Christmas at the Waffle House
We didn’t plan on eating breakfast at the Waffle House on Christmas morning. The original plan was to be at my mom’s house.
What happened?
Three days earlier, my stepfather, Dick, called from the hospital. My mother was in pre-op while awaiting emergency surgery on her gall bladder. Talk about a shock.
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