Wednesday, November 26, 2025

Mom

 *Ding* Text message from mom.

“I need a ride to the grocery store.”

*Ding* Text message from daughter.

“I’m kind of busy right now.”

*Ding* Text message from mom.

“It’s OK. I was busy, too, when I went into 20-hours of labor with you.”

*Ding* Text message from daughter.

“Wow. On my way.”

*Ding* Text message from daughter’s boss.

“Finish up yet?”

*Ding* Text message from daughter.

“Five minutes.”

*Huge explosion*

*Sound of distant sirens*

Daughter- “OK. Get in the car.”

Mom- “Oh, shoot. I forgot my grocery list.”

*Sound of approaching sirens*

Daughter- “Forget the list. We gotta go.”

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