Yesterday was a nice day. My mom was down for the day, so I took her shopping and out for lunch. We bought her husband a big antique lantern for 15$. Not a bad find, but it needs a coat of Tremclad and he�ll have to replace the glass panels, but since he does stained glass as a hobby, it won�t be a big problem. He�ll enjoy the work and have a really unique piece as a result. We were in a shop that is (sadly) closing down, and my mom got into this big, long conversation with the proprietor� and then invited this complete stranger to come to her house and stay for a week.

And then she wonders why I worry about her. My mom has a heart of gold and will bring home any stray� human or otherwise� that she sees. I worry that someone will take advantage of her. I think she thought I was being paranoid, but I was only looking out for my mummy.

See, my dad is where I get my work ethic and my logic� also the capacity to do what has to be done no matter how I hate it. My mom gives me my morals, my idealism and my love of reading. I�d like to think I got the best of both of them.