Birthdays Are Not Her Calling

, , , , | Related | August 1, 2018

(Every year my mom calls long-distance to wish me a happy birthday. About six years ago, no call. No call in the evening after work. No call the next morning. So, finally, I call her the evening after my birthday. I generally call my mom every other day.)

Mom: “Oh, hi, I was wondering when you’d call. Hadn’t heard from you in days.”

Me: “Well, I thought you would have called me yesterday.”

Mom: “Why?”

Me: “Well, it was my birthday.”

Mom: “No, it wasn’t.”

Me: “Uh, yeah. Has been for 47 years.”

Mom: “Oh, well… Happy birthday.”

(Every year she now calls at seven am saying, “I don’t want you to think I forgot your birthday. Again.”)

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