“What you must be thinking, I really don’t know”, she began, before launching into a long winded story about why she had been forced to leave her kids unsupervised while she ran errands. Frankly, I hadn’t even noticed, and even if I had, who am I to stand on judgement on how she chooses to conduct her life.
But to her it seemed to matter that I not think she is a bad mother.
Wonder why people spend so much time trying to make a good impression. Don’t they believe, others are too busy thinking about themselves to really care?
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.