“Come on.” Still holding my hand, she led me from the room. “You know my fajitas always make you feel better.” “I think it’s going to take more than that this time.” “What if I told you I have your favorite dessert in the fridge?” “Cheesecake?” I asked hopefully. “Call it mother’s intuition, but I had the sudden urge to make New York-style cheesecake this morning.” I pulled my hand from hers so I could give her a hug. “I missed you.” “I missed you, too. Now let’s go eat a cheesecake.”
And that’s on a mother’s intuition
