My mom and I sat on the couch tonight watching the office, while I did dreadful chemistry and she knit something. "I'm knitting this for Mrs. Dawson!", she said about the purple sequined project, or "UFO" (unfinished object) in her hands. Surprised by her randomness, yet at the same time, not surprised at all, I asked "What...? Why? That's weird." I was not interested in her nonsense but still a little curious. "Because she is poetic. I thought she'd look poetic. I wanted to do something nice for her. And I can't give it to Mr. Hunt..."
A few minutes later, while still knitting, she whispered "I'm so excited you going to get the Climb Award. I'm gonna be there and I'm gonna go YAY!!!"
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