Something New

Mother! Does the dark go with the lights? Can I mix the black and the whites? Do I use tide or gain? Does it matter ... I mean does it not clean my clothes the same?

Mother! Does the water boil for five minutes or eight? Can I heat my food in a metal or a plastic plate? Food takes longer to make, but has a nice touch only I can appreciate.

Mother is no longer a few steps away, there is no yes mom I would love a nice fish fillet.

Independence lays ahead, nice family meals turns into dorm cheese and target bread.

Polo white t's now folded as bright pink pajamas, there is no "I'll wash your clothes for you, simply because I am your mama"

Home is where the comfort is and the comfort seems to fade away during those dorm room days, but the happiness never fades.

Big brother David may not be there, but roomie Casey and Ivy seem friendly and love to share.

Talented cook mama might not be able to cook you a nice big meal, but floormates down the hall have popcorn and a movie and in dorm life thats a steal.

The bed might be smaller, room looks real petite, but college brings around a whole new family to make those four years homey and complete.

 

 

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