“How she was”

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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