Notes From A Day
I give my mother graham crackers. She puts them between the pages of her magazine and snacks on them with every read-through.
Later, I ask my mother, "Where's Dad?" She replies, "Right here" and hands me the TV remote.
We watch the sparrows pick seeds from the bird feeders. Suddenly, my mother jumps out of her chair and frantically points at a robin perched on the deck railing. "Look, look, look!" she practically shouts, excited to notice something new.
During the night, she roams the house in the dark, looking for people who might be doing something exciting. Finding no one, she returns to bed next to my sleeping father, whom she pokes to make sure is real.
Later, I ask my mother, "Where's Dad?" She replies, "Right here" and hands me the TV remote.
We watch the sparrows pick seeds from the bird feeders. Suddenly, my mother jumps out of her chair and frantically points at a robin perched on the deck railing. "Look, look, look!" she practically shouts, excited to notice something new.
During the night, she roams the house in the dark, looking for people who might be doing something exciting. Finding no one, she returns to bed next to my sleeping father, whom she pokes to make sure is real.
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