Precious Moments

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Stuart walked in on Wendy as she was on her phone. He awkwardly waited until the end of the call.

She laughed, then replied, “I promise to have a good day. Thanks for remembering. Love you, mom. Bye.”

“What was that about?” asked Stuart.

“It was my mom,” explained Wendy. “She called to wish me a happy birthday.”

Stuart frowned. “It’s a little late. That was ten days ago.”

“She’s pretty forgetful these days.”

“What kind of mom forgets their kid’s birthday?” demanded Stuart.

“She didn’t forget. She’s just belated,” replied Wendy.

“Why didn’t you say something?”

Wendy frowned back at Stuart. “She can’t help it. I’m happy she remembered at all.”

Stuart crossed his arms. “I wouldn’t let my mom get away with that.”

“Look, we’re at the age when we may not have our moms much longer. You want to spend that time fighting over stupid things?”

“You act like birthdays aren’t important,” complained Stuart.

“People are more important,” said Wendy.

“I would’ve said something. That’s all I’m saying,” replied Stuart.

“Instead of making her feel bad, we shared a few precious moments. As far as I’m concerned, that’s the best gift she could’ve given me,” said Wendy.

“Whatever,” grumbled Stuart.

“Wait. Did you come in here to tell me something?” asked Wendy.

“I forget,” said Stuart, then stormed away.

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6 Responses to Precious Moments

  1. Pat says:

    Yes, cherish the old. They won’t be here long.

  2. Anthony Trudgian says:

    At least you weren’t like Wendy’s mom!

  3. cat9984 says:

    Sounds like someone didn’t get the pony they wanted on their birthday

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