Everyone forgot Mother’s Day at my house. I’m a mother of four, and all four forgot. Even my husband didn’t remember.
I look at myself in the mirror, and fix my hair. I’m a redhead; my hair is long and goes past my shoulders. I stop and stare at my figure in the mirror, for a moment. *I stayed in shape after four kids, and my husband still takes me for granted.* I am 45 but I have stayed slim over the years. I have an average height for a woman. *I probably could leave and find another husband, but I couldn’t do that to my sons. Even though they’re all brats.* I grab my breasts and push them together. I imagine seducing a gentleman, a tall handsome man who then steals me away. I have a tight t-shirt on, and some sweatpants. No bra or panties.
I finish up with my hair, and sigh. *Looks like today will be nothing but depressing.*
The doorbell rings. I go to answer the door, because I know everyone else is too lazy to do it. I swing the door open. It’s Tom with his mother. He’s a friend of my son Adam.