This is my mum. I met her in Paris just a little bit before Christmas. It’s the second time I meet my mum abroad alone, the first time was in Argentina. I was a little bit stressed this time and didn’t make the best of the trip, but as mums normally do, she forgave me for being sometimes rude and just remember the trip as a pleasant time together. I do the same. I love her.
© 2010 Willie Runte
