Mom, will you be home tonight?
Not tonight, kiddo.
Is it a teaching, or reading, or working night?
Nope – it’s a basketball night.
Oh. How about tomorrow night?
That’s a teaching night. Hopefully, we will get through what we need to early…
Just a few more weeks and then things will slow down, promise.
That’s what you always say.
Because it’s always true.
I love you.
I love you, too.