Two nights ago, my dad was called in to work early at his 3rd shift position. To keep my mom company I stayed home and helped with a few chores around the house. I’ve been under the weather, AGAIN, so I didn’t have much energy to stick around all night. She started dabbling in her flower beds and the dog kept me entertained for a while chasing and snorting up moths that jolted out of the grass. It was about 9 o’clock, it’s getting dark and I’m ready to call it a night. My mother has just prepared 2 rows of flowers along our front walk. She sees me making my get away and whines out ‘why don’t you sit out here and read a book’. I’m not very interested, but since I got this book around Christmas time, I’ve been dying to start it. (I told myself I wouldn’t start a book until I finished the current one) OH WELL, I get my book and a chair and sit outside reading to my mother as she plants her flowers and the dogs leaps around like a dolphin chasing moths. It all ends when I have a coughing fit and can’t see cause it’s BLACK outside.
Last night as I prepare to hit the sack, my mom asks if we can read together again. I’m reluctant because I know she’ll fall asleep, this notoriously narcoleptic woman, but I make a deal with her if she gets herself all ready for bed first. So we spend an hour and read a chapter, she reads two pages, I read the next two. As we lay relaxed on my bed, in our pjs, I feel like a kid again. Or have the roles been reversed?