YEETMAS

YEETMAS 150 PART 153

Hamilton's POV

I am basically better now! Aside from a few violent coughs now and then I'm perfectly fine. Well, on the outside anyways. Today, everyone is celebrating their mothers. But... Mine's dead. The only person like a mother to me at the moment is Laf, because he won't stop hovering over me! But that's besides the point. I just wish my mom were here. That we were all just a happy family. But, there's nothing I can do except try to move on. And in a way I kinda have. Mr. Washington is a great da-general. I was gonna say he's da general. Ya. He's just a great general. Nothing more. No way. I could never see him in a fatherly way. Not in my whole life.
"Hello petite lion!"
"Hi." Can't he see I'm busy?
"Are you zad? I am. My mozer died and zen my fozter fazer died az well. At leazt we ztill have Washington!"
"Yeah. He's a great general." What is Laf trying to imply here?
"And a great fa-"
"Fa-gitude!"
"What?"
"Uh huh umm so.. Have you ever considered what it's like to be a dairy farmer?" I panicked. Did I seriously just asked if he had ever thought of being a dairy farmer? I'm so lame!
"Umm... No. I have not."
"Good. Because they're lame." (If you are a dairy farmer, I don't think you're lame. Thanks for cheese!)

On that akward note, happy mother's day! Make sure to help your mom's out by staying in school.