Oops, I did it again.

“You can go through life the easy way or the hard way,” I told Tuvol today.

Oops, I did it again. There was my mother coming out of my mouth. She talks to me a lot in the back of my head.

Somebody needs to do the dishes,” I hear when I pass the kitchen. I inwardly groan, I don’t feel like doing the dishes.

“Not later, NOW.”

“Ok, ok,” I silently reply, as I veer over to the sink.

Mom-isms come out of my mouth a lot. So do Babchi-isms. These are women that sit on my shoulders.

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