My sister related this story to me recently. She was visiting an elderly woman at a care center. My sister was feeding the woman who stated that her son never came to visit her. Of course, my sister knew this wasn’t true, but didn’t want to cause any issues. So, my sister told her that she was sure the son would be calling or visiting soon.
I smiled at this story as it reminded me of the stories my mother would tell me from time to time when I would call her. Of course, my mom loved to retell stories… over and over and over again. Many of her stories I knew by heart and could almost tell them better than she could!
Isn’t it interesting how child like we become the older we become?