Early that morning, I went to my mother’s room as soon as I had finished helping Kimora and Jenny around the house. I offered to style her gray hair for her and she agreed. We went to the bathroom and I shampooed my mother’s hair and washed it; gently massaging her. She giggled happily. I recall she always loved it when I washed her hair and this was an attempt to make my mother happy.
“I see you haven’t forgotten what I love.” She commented.
“Mother, we may have spent so much time apart but I still remember everything you like.” I replied cheerfully.
“I still remember your childhood favorites too. However, I am sure that you have outgrown such things.” my mother said. She sounded sad. She was always blaming herself from not being there for me when I was growing up but I had long forg
