I was in my old hometown today for my haircut and just happened to find myself passing my mother's house. A realtor was on the front sidewalk, talking to a young a couple. I can't say for sure, because my cab was moving at a pretty fast clip, but I think the woman was pregnant.
My mother loved that house so much. It's a good-sized ranch within walking distance to both public and parochial grade schools, and the yard I spent my girlhood playing in was her pride and joy. It would make her happy to see a young family grow there.
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