Last Monday we started cleaning out my mom’s apartment. The first day was very painfull and I felt physically sick. Then I decided that I needed to be strong, take courage, for my own sake and for my mom.
I must have been 5 or 6 years old. It was before my mom’s birthday and I wanted to “buy” for her, so she took me into town. We went from shop to shop to buy something I really liked (me not her). Ofcause I didn’t have money so she also had to pay for the bell. On our way home I asked her: “Mom, do you remember what I bought you” She said: “No, what did you buy me, I forgot”.
I don’t remember the entire story, my mom must have told me a thousand times. I do remember walking home feeling happy that I bought something nice for my mom.