A memory

My mom was a senior executive at a credit union when I was little. She went on a lot of training trips, recruiting trips, etc, which kept her away for days or weeks at a time.

One night, particularly upset that she was leaving the next morning, I wrote her a “I’ll miss you note” and cried my eyes out. Some of the tears fell on the paper. I circled it, drew an arrow and wrote, “sorry if the paper is wet, I’m crying.” I folded it up, added a school picture, and snuck out of my bedroom to leave it on the kitchen table for her to find the next day. I knew she would be gone before I even woke up for school.

 

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~ by shespeakstruth on November 8, 2012.