Mom just drove by honking her horn. She is really sick tonight and sounds it. I walked out and she handed me a bag; a care package of sorts.
“Sorry I couldn’t bring your Arby’s tonight,” she said, sniffling. “I am going home and getting in the bed.”
I walked back inside as she drove off to find this interesting combination. 3 diet Grapico, 5 cans of fish steaks in mustard sauce, and 1 roll of Ritz crackers. Not quite a large Arby’s and some curly fries, but it will do. Have I told you, “I love my mom?” It’s the thought that counts.