We're going to visit my mother, today. I love my mother to pieces, but it is a trial to deal with her. She tells me that any toys she gets for my kids are only a loan, and when they're done with them, to bring them back for her other, future grandkids.
She's talking about the children she hopes my sister will have, someday.
My sister is thirty-one. Lives at home--hides at home. Doesn't go any closer to where she can find someone to date, much less marry and have children with, than sitting in the car while my crippled mother does the grocery shopping at Wal-Mart. Barring a miracle that happened only once more than two thousand years ago, my sister will not be having children.
I love my mother. I truly do. But the woman is delusional, and it just seems...cruel to shatter some of them.
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