I was sick on Mom's day, and ma was sweet enough to come home to me instead. With lovely, ripe strawberries, and lots of lovely Indian food made by her and dad.
And she has lost more weight and is a lovely size 10 now.
On the other hand, I was in bed all day yesterday hacking up a lung, wear a size 12 and haven't cooked anything decent in almost 2 weeks or more.
Why would a perfectly wonderful woman (my mom)'s child (me) end up like this????