I'm lying down on my couch, singing and listening to music while playing around with my stupid dog. I look over to my left, and my mom is curled up, reading a textbook about food science, something she needs to read in preparation for something at her work on Monday. This spurs quite a couple of thoughts and feelings from me; most of it anger that I struggle so much, reading even a page out of my textbooks, while my Mom has her career set and she seems to be enjoying reading out of her textbook. But part of me is laughing at the little bit of irony of the situation.
The admiration and respect I feel for my Mother is refreshed.
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