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Last night I went to a party at a friend's house. Very casual, very fun: soup and salad and homemade bread, everyone's kids running around upstairs, playing with the new puppy, etc.
Then I got a guilt-trip call from my daughter, home with Dad. "Mama. when are you coming home? I miss you. I don't feel well..."
Although I have learned to take such messages with a grain of salt, I did get up and leave.
So, this morning. Bump into another friend who was there last night. Sitting next to me, in fact. "I guess you had to go!" she said. "We were talking and talking and laughing. And then after about an hour I said-- hey, where's Susan?"
Yeah. They can't get along without me.
Then I got a guilt-trip call from my daughter, home with Dad. "Mama. when are you coming home? I miss you. I don't feel well..."
Although I have learned to take such messages with a grain of salt, I did get up and leave.
So, this morning. Bump into another friend who was there last night. Sitting next to me, in fact. "I guess you had to go!" she said. "We were talking and talking and laughing. And then after about an hour I said-- hey, where's Susan?"
Yeah. They can't get along without me.
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