Saturday morning and mom is still out.
I check my phone and see random notifications.
I get up from the bed and sit on a chair next to the kitchen table.
Mom use to make food and I would patiently wait for it to be served.
Or I would help serve it.
But as she made it I would just talk with her.
We talked about everything we liked.
But today, she's still gone.
She'll be back later I know.
I get up to make my own food to eat, and some for her.
I put the food I made for her in a container and put it in the fridge.
I lay on my bed again after having eaten.
My phone vibrates.
Weirdo
hey
ya busy?
Me
no
why?
Weirdo
wanna meet up?
Me
where?
Weirdo
Café?
Me
Be there in 10
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It's times like these where I wish I had something to do.
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