When I opened my Gmail this morning, I had 21 unread emails in my inbox. A dozen of them came from my mother.
How exciting is that, huh?
They all read the same: “Don’t forget to buy me my trainers. Love, Mom.”
How could Raft3r forget?
Even before I left for the States, my mom has been nagging me about getting her a new pair of running shoes. She even sends me MMS of her preferred brands.
Raft3r’s mom can be pretty persistent sometimes, in case you haven’t noticed.
I tried looking for what she likes in the store but the search always turned out negative. This went on for weeks.
A day before I headed to California, I decided to do a last minute shopping at Arundel Mills.
Raft3r was not disappointed.
They finally had my mom’s Reebok sneakers.
I immediately made the purchase and called home to report the same. Mom was thrilled. She can finally retire her old jogging shoes.
Raft3r is now $50 poorer. But to hear the delighted voice of my mom from the other line is far worth it.
Post script: Obviously, this is an old post. It was written in Baltimore and never published until now.