We’d both go somewhere and have something I loved.
That was the kind of woman she was.
She let me do what I wanted.
And when there was something else that was more important she took me out to eat.
She took me out to eat because she knew that would get me into a better mood.
And maybe then I would do the thing that was more important.
She was wrong most of the time.
And I think she knew that.
But she didn’t care.
She was a kind woman who took care of me to the best of her ability.
I loved her for that.
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