I know the spelling is bad and I know the grammar sucks. That's said read on if you like but if those things bother you stop here!
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It was 1968 and I was in class at our local City College when I heard a guy say "WOW, who is that?" I turned to see the most beautiful red haired lady I have ever seen walking down the isle and up to the Professor ate the lectern. She was wearing a white Peasant Blouse and a mid thigh Denim skirt and heals. It was my mom!
She said some things to the Prof. then turned and looked at me and pointed to the door. I picked up my books and hurried to catch up with her. Now let me tell you here that while my mom was very beautiful she was also very much like the old witch in The Wizard of Oz. that took Dorothy little dog and rode down the road on the bike. Nannanaa naannnaaannn Can you hear the music?
"Your father is going to be ok but he has been hurt. I come to get you so you can help me get you room ready for your dad you get home form the hospital tomorrow. I have also made arraignments for you to take you last finals at home so you need not return to class until next semester." That was it, we were in the car and going home.
Dad had taken a bad fall at work braking his right arm his right leg and crushing his pelvis. As mom told me about it she also lined out what we were going to have to do to take care of him. "We will move you in with me and store your bed. I will take care of him at night and help him with his bathroom thing so really dear all you will have to do if give him his lunch and keep him company."
"Yes Mom."