I am home in Maine. The TV is on, the cookies have been eaten, and my mother is not back from the hospital.
My mom makes amazing baked potato chips, and she knows they’re my favorite. So in honor of my coming home, my mom decided to chop up some potatoes for me. Only she chopped a bit more than she needed and is currently in the hospital awaiting stitches.
My father picked me up at the bus station but I still haven’t seen mom.
The good news? The potatoes she did slice up were delicious.