Chapter 75
My movie night scheduled on Friday and rest day on Saturday were well-spent with my mom. Years of being always together and being able to bond anytime we want, those more than twenty-four hours wouldn’t actually seem very special, but because leaving her and our home would not happen so often, I treated those as rare moments that I needed to treasure. Packing my clothes was not an unusual happening. I’ve been doing it since my age when mom let me to become independent. For campings, sleepovers, and competitions, I was always alone every time I insert my things in my bags, but it’s been a while, years to be exact, when I last had the idea to take all my important stuff with me. If I could place mom inside my trolly, I would just so I could keep her with me, but independence is part of livi
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