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Sometimes mothers do know best.

Growing up, we've always had Auntie Dorean and her kids over. While I have no idea on how to actually spell her name, I never appreciated just how wonderful of a gentle soul she was.

Granted, her sing-song Grenadian accent has always put me in a trance, reminded today when I almost fell asleep listening to her talk. Her height (she's at least six feet tall) have always scared me a little, and even now, fully grown as an adult, she still towers over me. When she stands next to my own mother who struggles to reach five foot even, it's almost comical in the way they turned out to be good friends.

But friends they are, and the stories they tell, although not humourous in the way a Will Farrel slapschtick is played out, is at least cute and endearing. The way they reminisce about their co-workers tonight proves that people can reverse the signs of aging, if only for the couple hours that they have together. I swear they were transported back to the late 20s or early 30s.

I also met Auntie Dorean's youngest son, Chris. Chris is even taller than her mom, and as nice as a guy could be. He's now fully into adulthood and in Uni, and I swear, it was only a year ago that I piggybacked him from the porch to the kitchen.

Time have flown, and the years of not liking Auntie Dorean's kids have long past. When I finally got a chance to meet and see them, I bulked. I whined to my Mom, hoping to weasel out of meeting them, but she insisted I went. Both my brother and I had no choice.

And I'm so glad we went. It was great to watch my mom and her interact. It was great to see Chris grow up and talk about Uni. English major with a minor in creative writing is no mean feat, at least not in my uneducated eyes. More power to you, dude.

So thanks Mom for making me go, while I sometimes think I'm the smarter of the two, somehow you continually prove me wrong, and I'm glad you wouldn't let me bale out.

....Life is good. posted by losir at 12:21 AM