It Must Be Hard to Be a Mother

There are some things you just can’t explain. Can you really tell someone about Hell if they’ve never been there? It’s like trying to describe the flavor of chocolate to someone who’s never tasted it or asking them to imagine what sex is like if they’ve never had an orgasm.

So I tell Mother what she wants to hear.

“I keep busy. I have my charities—like the virgin protection society and the beautification campaign—and I’m active with the campaign to find a cure for depression and creating programs for all the depressed souls who need them….”

It must be hard to be a Mother. When I tell Mother I miss her when I’m down below, she gives me another hug. Mother must be so lonely without me.

Maybe Mother needs another job to do to keep her busy or perhaps even a lover.