So Aunt Jenny is going home Friday morning, which means Mom will be alone. She’s still not allowed to drive, her head and arm are still killing her… my poor mommy.

So I want to go home for the weekend.

Unfortunately, none of our family friends live or work out here and I don’t have a car or a license.

However, we know someone who works in residence life - he lives on the same street. So Mom was like why don’t you call him, it can’t hurt.

I did. He wasn’t in. But his assistant is having dinner Friday night in my town.

So I have a ride home now.

da fuq, she doesn’t even know me? “Hi I need a favor from your boss, he lives on my street my mom is sick, I need to get home this weekend…” I could be lying. I’m not. But still.

amazing.