your great grandmother

hello again, fellow bloggers. It's Jade, being my usual self: roaming around the house talking to myself about random things that pop into my creative mind. The most creative thing I thought of was a monkey w/ a mustache w/ a nub for a tail wearing a tux doing the hustle. Very random, I know...muahaha...*smile*
Ne ways, *clears throat* on with the story...now, where were we? . . . ah! yes, I remember...(I know, I start off stories like your great grandmother) My mom was so depressed, crying every night. She even had a picture of my dad on her nightstand. It was like she would never see him again. He decided to come home once every month. Good enough...but not enough for my mom. I had my busy schedule and she worked 3 days a week, giving her enough time to be by herself, which was great.

*sigh* Sorry...my mom just called me down for dinner. Geez, can't we have dinner some other time?

Jade