"You know," my mom says. "You're a little bit like Bridget."
We're watching Bridget Jones's Diary, because it's sort of a Christmas movie. It's Christmas Eve, and I promised my mom I would come over and spend the evening with her. She gets lonely since Dad died.
I wish we had a better relationship, Mom and me. It would be awesome if I was excited to come …
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