So the mom had to go on a business trip. The girl was not happy. I wasn’t particularly happy either. After all, the mom is who keeps me company during the day. That should be her main job. Whatever. I might not pay as well but at least she would be fulfilled, right?

Anyways. The girl and I wanted to make sure the mom remembered us and didn’t get too homesick and sad in between all her meetings. I told the girl no problem. I had it covered.

My hair is like Velcro. It was stuck to the bottom of the moms briefcase. Her suit case. Her ______________. Ha! It’s like I was right there with her. As it should be.