Some days it was nice to wake up to good old homemade pancakes full of love.
A popping sound woke you from your thoughts. The toaster waffles were ready. Dragging yourself along, you set out a plate for your once frozen breakfast. Spreading cold butter across the four waffles that had popped. You had an entire morning planned. It was rare that you had even two minutes of your mother's morning. But for once there were no meetings, no banquets, no interviews; just you and her and a mile-high stack of fluffy, starch-filled, pancakes. Then it happened. An emergency call from a client in desperate need of repair. At least that's how it sounded. Mom tried to calm down and get them to come in later during office hours. The caller kept insisting that it was very urgent. Mom resisted even as you pushed her out the door to go do her job. Sure you wanted her all to yourself but you knew how much her job meant. There would be other times for pancakes and laughs. For now, work was center stage and you kept in the wings.
Good god, already off to a depressing start.
The butter-covered waffles tasted bland. You turned on a stupid YouTube video in hopes of raising your spirits. Random jokes appeared in the editing, things you would normally laugh at but really couldn't seem to do. The video soon became background noise to the many thoughts plaguing your head. Realizing so, you opted to turn it off and open some form of social media. Memes upon memes flooded your screen as you scrolled. Nothing could completely clear your head, but this would have to suffice. At least until a banner appeared across the top of the screen. A text notification. A distraction.
Me:
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