As we hurried to keep up with him, a scene that felt strangely familiar came into view. Instantly, we knew exactly where we were.
Over time, my mother and youngest aunt became close friends, and my eldest sister, too, formed a special bond with her aunt.
A heart guided by kindness always finds its way back.
Even if it hadn’t been sweet, I’m certain he would have said it was.
“I remember our first child being different. I don’t know why our new baby cries so much.”
“Oh, hello! You’re his mom, are you? He’s always talked so proudly about you.”
The older I get, the more I look like my mom.