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Waiting

I don’t like to wait. I get restless and can't do anything productive while waiting for someone to show up—late. And I don't like to be late. My mother doesn't like to be late either. And so she waits. If I'm taking her somewhere I used to find her standing at the front door waiting… Continue reading Waiting