Mom drinks a lot of Diet Dr. Pepper from the 76 station down the hill. We go at least once a day. Peter, the owner from India, always greets us with “hows your days?”. He talks to us about our work, or the weather. He calls Kimberly “Emily” or “Emberly”, I can’t tell which one. Dil, his brother, calls me “Kelly”. Peter tries to spark up conversation, but mom doesn’t understand him and just smiles or says yes at the wrong times. Now Kimberly just says “you betcha” and nods but doesn’t go there without a translator.
OH KIMBERLY!In her 50 wise years she has had too many embarrassing, weird things happen to her and it wouldn’t be fair to keep them in the family. She is special, she is funny. She’s got 8 kids, and as she says “each one took a part of her brain with them at birth”. So what if her house is a mess? So what if she drives like a crazy at night? So what if she talks herself into weird situations she can’t get out of? She’s my mom and I love her.