When my brothers and I...
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When my brothers and I were teenagers, our Monday-to-Friday afternoon ritual rarely varied. We'd run home from our bus stop, yell a hurried "I'm home!" and disappear into our bedrooms where we'd stay until we got hungry. It was at that point that we'd find our mother, give her a quick kiss and ask, "What's for supper?"
We didn't give our actions a moment's thought until one day Mom asked in frustration, "Why is it that you can always find me when you want to eat, but you don't even look for me until then?"
We didn't give our actions a moment's thought until one day Mom asked in frustration, "Why is it that you can always find me when you want to eat, but you don't even look for me until then?"
