My mom lies on her side in bed and watches Taiwanese TV shows on her iPhone every night. She gets into bed early. Around 9pm. Even on the weekends.
I came home late today and quietly set my bags down. I crept into her room. Laughter erupted from her small device and I knew she was still awake.
“Honey, I set the temperature in your room a little higher today. So you will be warm. Don’t worry about Mom. I’m very warm under my goose down covers.”
And a tear rolled down my cheek. Because that was the sweetest thing that has ever been said to me.