I grew up in a city different from where I live now. My parents moved when I was fourteen. While I was growing up, I spent hours at the library. So when we stopped to visit my great aunt, who still live there, I wanted to show the kids the library that I used to go to when I was a kid. I walked around, remembering what it was like when I was little, and the big one began reading and the little one played with the toys.
Who are these kids and why do they keep calling me Mom? 