Friday I passed out on the couch when I got home. When I woke up I saw that I have missed a couple of calls, two of which were from my brother. I checked my messages and found that Budzo, my oldest nephew, had called so I gave him a ringy-ding.
Budzo: Are you coming up here Sunday?
Me: I’m coming to see Grammy; it’s Mother’s Day.
Budzo: I know; I just wanted to make sure I was going to see you.
Me: Why?
Budzo: I made something for you for Mother’s Day. I made something for each person in my life who is a mom to me.
Me: Awe, Budzo! Thank you so much! I can’t wait to see it.
Budzo: Okay, I’ll see you Sunday. I love you.
Me: Love you too buddy.
Line Disconnects. I promptly burst in to tears. My Mother’s Day started Friday evening.
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