“I’m starting a blog,” she said simply. Matter-of-factly.
Excuse me, you’re what? I thought, scrunching up my nose in disbelief. We sat side-by-side, my mother and I, feet stretched out on the dual recliner couch, twin Macbooks open on our laps: a mirror image.
I closed my computer; clearly this deserved my full attention. “You don’t write,” I said simply.
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