“But I can’t not go, my best-friend needs me there by her side.” I laugh.
“Yeah, you are right.” She finally relents.
She does not push further. I cannot choose between my mother and my best friend. Even though, all mama has to do is put her big ego aside and call Babara.
“I will send flowers over to her house tomorrow and call her later in the evening to ask if she got my flowers. What do you think?” she asks me.
“Sounds like a solid plan if you ask me mother.” I answer her.
Pushing my chair back, I stand to my feet, grab my plates and walk to the sink to load the washer. Walking back to the table I grab mom’s empty plates and take those away too.
Grabbing a clean napkin from the countertop, I proceed to wipe the table clean of all stray food pushing mother’s bottle out of the way.
