Camille here again with one of my Me and my MOMents teehee
“Look, excess baggage.” My mom complained as she stood in front of the mirror holding onto her saddlebags which were noticeable in the tight shirt (mine) she was wearing. Her tummy wasn’t that big before. It’s because she kept going to her old high school classmates’ get-togethers and eating too much, I said.
“Hmph. I’ll just use the slimming wrap your aunt gave me,” she huffed.
A final brush of her hair and some last-minute instructions, she left for another one of those reunion thingies. I asked her to bring home doughnuts.















