Weekend Warrior
December 31, 2009
I went to my mother’s house to help her paint the living room. When I arrived, she wasn’t home. I waited thirty minutes and began to paint without her.
About an hour into the job, my mother returned home with a scowl on her face and a cold cup of coffee in her hand. I asked her what happened.
She told me I was her least favourite kid.
Stunned I asked her what the Hell she could mean by that. Here I was, on my weekend off, helping her paint her damn house.
She told me, she hated me ’cause I try too hard.
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