Imperfect

F O U R T E E N - L A W R E N C E M U L L I N S

I was super busy, rushing to put on my tie, grabbing my morning coffee, grabbing my briefcase—it was time for work.

"You have a good day sweetheart!" my mother told me as I opened the front door, heading out.

I looked at her, I smiled at her, "Thanks mom, love you..."

I shut the door behind me, getting into my car, pulling out my Samsung phone, calling my wife.

After the second ring, she answered the call. I was just informing her to be home quickly, because my mom would be at our house by herself.

She didn't hesitate, she "Okayed" it, but her tone of voice sound different. It seemed like she was upset, it seemed like she was worried about something, but I didn't have time to address the issue, because I was running late for work.