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I usually drive them around when I have the time. If I can't my mom will drive them a little bit more than around. She's the only out of the three of them that has a driver's license. Sometimes I joke with them about not to speed because if they crash between all three of them you can add two hundred and ten years of history. She usually get's a little annoyed with me because she thinks she's a teenager.
Once after they had shopped for groceries at a local supermarket they hit the supermarket's fence and simply left (nobody had ever explained to my mom what a hit and run was). As the story goes on, I was at my mom's in the afternoon as I usually am and we were working on a project together, when the phone rings. I answered it and to my surprise my aunt says, "Don't say anything to "Comay Lucy" (that's Spanish for co-mother, she's also my godmother), but there are some police officers here that need to speak to us! I'm never shopping there again." Please, someone explain to me what does the later have to do with what's going on! To top it all the POLICE was looking for my mom.
She asked me who was at the phone, to which I answered.
"What happened today in Pepino (the small town where the supermarket is located)?
To which she replied with another question, Who told you?
To which I replied, "No one told me a word, but something seems to have happened because the police is looking for you, so you better get your ID and driver's license and hop over to Madrina's house."
Well fast forwarding this little story, the police officer kindly suggested them to drive carefully in the future, and that they would need to address the situation of the broken fence as soon as possible, like right now. So, I had to call the store manager, tell him that they intended to call in the morning (Did they? We will never know.), and $700.00 later they were out of the problem.
They are a funny trio, but they are getting older by the minute. All of them have their little this and that, my mom has huge amounts of this and that, but she doesn't worry me because she can always count on me.
People leave, they relocate, they move and that's fine. But, what happens with their parents when they no longer can care for themselves? Who will tend, talk, or share a cup of coffee or tea with them?
Lately I often tell my godmother, she's going to have to consider moving in with her daughter. Noooooo! I don't like it there, it's cold, and I'm alone (my cousin needs to work) so she can't afford staying home with her mom. Nevertheless, when that day finally arrives I'll miss her dearly. On the other hand, my other aunt probably will end up in a nursing home near my own home. I'm sure I'll visit her frequently, but still as I watch the dynamic trio (my aunts and Mom) my heart is full of worries because I really don't know what will be the end of their own stories.
