When my mom finally came home she was in some sort of foul mood. Apparently there had been some sort of office bullshit and she needed to vent. And being a good daughter I knew to listen. And after an hour of talking and drinking, she may or may not have opened a bottle or two of wine (she did), she turned to me and said, “You’re the best daughter a mother could ever ask for and some day you’ll enjoy having your own children.” With that she passed out. Read more