A Holiday Memory, aka Mom-Comment #7. This one goes out to all the moms and daughters, and all the relationships both sweet and twisted, sincere and sarcastic.
In the family room, 8pm, Mom is holding a cup of water. I am holding a holiday beverage. Not my first.
Mom: Are you trying to kill this ficus tree?
Me: Nah, I told it that you would be here soon, to save it.