How ya doin'?

 

When I came home from school as a boy my mother would always sit down at the dinner table and have a cup of tea with me, and ask about my day.

She said that her father had always done it for her.

I realize now that the daily life of a ten-year-old couldn't possibly have been the most interesting part of her day, but she always made me feel like it was.

Thanks, Mom.  I miss you.