Life

Hosts

Its weird hosting my mom in our apartment. Usually, I visit my parents and totally relax and laze in their house and just pretend I am a kid again. Last night , it felt weird ,being a host, making sure my mom had everything she needed, cooking dinner, insisting she have the bed etc. Wonder if this will add a formal dimension to our relationship.  So far I give J and I a B for our hosting skills. Why B? because we have left my mom at home alone all day today, since we both have to work.

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