Happy Mother's Day
It was also while he was in that chair that I brought home another bad
report card and he takes the report card, slowly lays it over his heart,
leans his head back with his eyes closed, mumbling some gibberish. Then
he literally started grasping his heart – I start to almost panic,
thinking he’s having a heart attack. But no no. It’s not enough for him
to have a heart attack because of my crappy grades - he has the nerve
to, in the midst of my thinking his heart was seizing, play the ultimate
guilt card and say “Son....look...at what your grades...are
doing...to....your poor mother...” fuuuuuuuuuuck! In a word, kudos. - XMASTIME
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