I Love When Someone Else’s Article Reminds Me of my Mom

Funny how the older I got, the wiser she became

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I haven’t thought about it in a while, but Terry R Blankenship’s heartwarming story about his dad made me vividly remember when I was in high school and my mom found out I’d been smoking pot.

The Six Words my Dad Spoke to Me

I was on the phone early on a Saturday morning with a friend I hadn’t seen in a while, telling her about how I’d discovered getting high. Mom typically slept late on weekends so, even though our apartment was small, I was confident I could speak without being overheard.

I was wrong.

After hanging up the phone, I glanced into the bedroom, expecting to see Mom sound asleep. She was propped up on her pillow, eyes wide open.

My heart sank, but I tried for nonchalance. She didn’t speak. Neither did I.

A few days later, she was taking me to a friend’s house and casually said, “I heard your conversation with Nancy.”