I've lived away from home for two weeks now, but it's okay because not a week has gone by that I haven't seen my mom.
Yesterday she came down for my sister's baby shower. Afterward I was hungry, so she took me out to lunch. While at lunch, we got a call from another sister, who had popped the tire on my car. (Our car. Whatever.) So we headed down and found it and changed the tire. My mom is awesome at reading manuals and changing the tire. (My sister is, too. I stood and watched.)
After we got the car to the tire place, we went to my rundown apartment and she helped me fix my bed. Or at least try. Then she tried to unclog my sink.
My mom's so handy!
Then we went grocery shopping and bought 3 things because that's all I wanted to buy. She let me buy them, too, which is how you can tell that I am growing up.
When I am actually grown up, I hope to be like my mom and able to do amazing feats like buy lunch and remove tires and not faint at the smell of the water coming out of my bathroom sink. (I wasn't even close to fainting, but the smell wasn't pleasant and the looks of that water weren't pleasant either.)
There were three sisters in this story. But you probably only noticed two. I guess that's where we use names?
Title Text: "Daughter"
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