How Did Making My Mom Cry Teach Me A Life Lesson
I don’t remember how old I was back then – however, more than likely, I was four or five years old. Anyhow, in my memory, my younger sister, our mother, and I were in our living room. My sister and I was chasing each other, jumping around, and making a lot of noise. My mother was trying to do something important, but, I am not sure exactly what it was - I think she was talking on the phone with someone about an important topic. Let’s assume it was an important phone call for now, it doesn’t really matter. It was clear that she needed quiet. She used to work at a bank and come home around 8pm every night. After another exhausting day, she also had to deal with…