Mammy, mammie.
A guy came to deliver something on Saturday. I questioned the delivery so he
said, “Mammy, this is all they gave me. See here on the delivery paper?”
When I was getting out of a
taxi yesterday the driver opened the door for me and he said, “Take your time
mammy. Son help your mammy okay.”
Paul said, “We will help
her.”
“They will,” I said.
“While we were waking up the
stairs Sarah said, “Mom you don’t get upset when anyone call you mammy. Some people
get angry when they are called that.”
I said, “I do not get upset because
mammy means mother. I do not like to be called babe, babes… that diminishes you.
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