Went to the homeland to see the grand mamoo for Mother's Day.
Watched her talk to other people on the phone.
Then made some shrimp pasta, because if there's anything moms like, it's shrimps.
Then a certain person known as mom got sleepy while we were watching baseball at full blast (the bronchitis is still affecting her hearing).
I watered the garden a bit for her, which was a good break from los gigantes at the highest volume (50, if you're wondering).
Between innings I said "Wanna look at family pictures now?"
She said "Don't you want to go home?"
And so I did. Sometimes while we're talking, she'll just say in a cheerful tone "Goodbye!"
It was like that, but in person.
So Happy Mother's Day, grand mamoo, you nut.
I love you.
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