By now, my mom is probably somewhere between Houston and Charlotte. We're all handling her departure with great maturity.
None of us wrapped ourselves around her legs.
None of us threw ourselves to the ground in a fit of screaming, pounding fists or kicking feet.
None of us "accidentally" lost her passport.
None of us asked "Why you want to leave me?" quoting My Big Fat Greek Wedding more than four five six times.
However, someone did lock her in her room. And because that someone couldn't find any rope, "she" used ribbon and an old alarm clock cord to tie the door shut. Unfortunately, Mom escaped anyway.
None of us wrapped ourselves around her legs.
None of us threw ourselves to the ground in a fit of screaming, pounding fists or kicking feet.
None of us "accidentally" lost her passport.
None of us asked "Why you want to leave me?" quoting My Big Fat Greek Wedding more than
However, someone did lock her in her room. And because that someone couldn't find any rope, "she" used ribbon and an old alarm clock cord to tie the door shut. Unfortunately, Mom escaped anyway.
When that didn't work, we had Customs and Border Protection throw her into secondary inspection. They refused to do a body cavity search, and despite my best efforts, they even refused to taze me. She made it to the airport on time.
Andrew and I kissed her goodbye and waited until she walked away to cry. Then we went to Costco and bought the double container of Nutella.
We're snuggling on the couch now. Just me and Nutella. Jacob's sparkling water is chilling in the refrigerator.
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