Eversince Father passed away, I was charged with watching over Mother. His struggle to tell me to watch over her was heart wrenching.
Fast forward years later. Mother has finally gotten brave enough to jump in and get a smartphone. She struggled with trying to figure out texting on her normal flip phone, as it is. To her surprise, it's actually easier to operate than her old flip phone. Her new fear now is breaking it. So, today I took her to the mall to get a case and screen protector. Luckily a friend of mine, who was married and slept with his wife's best friend and got her pregnant and the wife left him, works at the store selling them. He hooked us up with a case and tempered glass screen protector for $15.
By the time we were done with the mall, we was hungry. So we went to a pho place nearby. Yo, this place got some bomb ass pho. OK, you know when they serve you pho, they also serve you a plate with bean sprouts and some green stuff? I always thought that green stuff was for decoration. I saw Mother put some in her pho and asked her what that was. She said it's basil. So I took a bite out of a leaf and I almost vomited. I'll have my pho with none of that. Basil, zero. 😐
