Heaven
Those of us who spend our lives completing these tasks on a daily basis might be drawn to the advertisement as a moth is drawn to a flame. Could this be an advertisement for Heaven?No, this is simply the recipe for the best weekend three sisters could have.
My sisters and I come from a traditional family of the fifties. We were brought up in a cookie-cutter neighborhood like every other family on the block. There was a mother, father, three children and two dogs. We went to a neighborhood school and stayed within the safety of our surroundings.
As the girls grew and the family changed, our mother de-signed a plan in her mind that would put the CIA to shame. She would make sure that her "girls" would stay close throughout their adult life, no matter how hard she had to work. She plotted every time the girls were together. "Why don't you go out to lunch?Why don't the three of you spend a day shopping? I'll be more than happy to watch all the grandchildren, " were the words that rang clear each time we were together. Mother's plan was succeeding. We actually enjoyed the time together, and we thought we were detting away with murder. After all, what could be better than a $ lay out while Grand-mommie baby-sits all the children? Boy, did we pull the wool over her eyes! But this wolf in sheep's clothing, we called Mother had formed a bond between the sisters that nobody could break.
June 1st, 2010
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