M(ade) O(f) M(agic)

The jingle jangle of her keys could be heard as soon as she entered the building. Clip, clop, clip, clop. She ascended the staircase, and I knew it was time to stop what I was doing, and get my shoes on. There was no penalty if I wasn’t ready by the time she got to the door. She would come in, exchange pleasantries, and I got an extra few minutes with Barbie and my cousin. There was comfort in her presence- captivating the room with her boisterous laugh and her work anecdotes.

I want to be just like you.

Mom.