Every year when I was growing up, a couple of weeks before Mother’s Day, my brother and I would ask our mom what we should get her to celebrate the occasion.
“Nothing,” she would invariably say. “Just a little bit of time together as a family.”
To us as kids, it seemed like a silly answer. She got to spend time with us every day, sometimes more than I suspect she wanted. Here was a chance to rake in some loot, and she chose, year after year, to turn it down.
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