"I thought it was supposed to be cooler today." Mommal sighed, passenger side while I drove to her hair appointment.
"Tomorrow. Tomorrow it's supposed to be in the seventies!"
"Oh I love the seventies!" she smiled and looked on. I wondered if she thinks I am a bad driver. I try to go slow and take every bump with ease. She holds onto the door frame.
She's 76. I'm going to drop her off and then grocery shop until her hair dresser calls my cell and let's me know she's ready. I replace all the expired condiments from her refrigerator. I buy her magazines. People is her favorite especially if Kim Kardashian is on the cover. She will try to give me some money but I won't take it. Was I burden to her when she took care of me long ago? No, of course not. Well, same thing.