


I was feeling down today and did the natural thing. I called my mom. She was still asleep when I woke her but refused to get off the phone. She always brings about a smile. I love her so much for that and at times hate myself for choosing to settle so far a distance from her.
She called me a few days ago and hinted that perhaps I no longer loved her because my calls were so sparse as of late. I often think that moving to New York City and not being able to be near to provide support makes me the proverbial bad son.








