"Don't stay up too late," my mother admonished, peering around the doorway into the kitchen.
I laughed, "That's the fourth time you've told me that tonight. That's more times than when I was a teenager."
My mom's short term memory is no longer something she can count on.
She will tend to repeat things that are on her mind because she has no idea that she has already given voice to her thoughts.
But those thoughts are oft times worth repeating.
Gratitude, encouragement, compassion.
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