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Personal Note On The Car Ride Home

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The car ride home seems to be forever. I miss my mother a lot,and want to tell her about my weekend experience.

“Little does she know I’m going to be recording her.”

I arrive home and start to record. I hear the sound of a lawn mower, and the radio just another normal day in the neighborhood.

“Hi Mom!” I walk into the family room just to see my two dogs, as well as my mother whom’s sitting down. Except she’s typing on the computer. The computer is seeming to drown out my words. A few seconds later my mother finally gives a response.

“Hi!” “How are you?” “Good!” “How are you?” “Good.” she replies in a upbeat tone. “How was your weekend?” she asks. “Good how was you’res?” “Wonderful...wonderful just I wasn’t home very much.” “What did you guys do?” my mom asks shortly after stating how “wonderful” her weekend was. “Uh… we went climbing.” “Climbing where?” “Via Ferrata.” “What’s that?” “It’s uh… a place in like Kentucky.” “Is it like… like a uh… the woods or something then or?,” my mom asks I can tell she’s nervous about something. Due to the solemn fact that she’s sticking her fingers in her mouth. “No it’s like the Grand Canyon except you climb.” “Oh! Okay Wow.” “Was it hard?” “Uh… yeah sorta.” “Was it cold out?” “Uh huh.”

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