"Grace, can you just hold on a second?"

She used to get up and make breakfast and eat with me. we'd gab and laugh and talk about the day ahead of us. then she'd take me to school and i would tell her i loved her as i walked into the seminary building. After school and work she would pick me up and i'd have her for myself for 10 whole minutes.

I never stop talking. it's a disease. there is probably something wrong with me. i try to stop but there is always to much on my mind and i start to go crazy if i can't tell anyone.

My mom never stops listening. That is one thing that makes her so lovable. Latley, however, i have had no time to talk to her. i get up in the morning and without eating, drive to school by myself and then home again after work. it's torture. i'll come home with all this random stuff i learned or weird things that happened to me or something nice that i did or a score i got on a test or what fun thing we did at lunch or something funny one of my friends said or how one of my teachers is a major pain in the butt or... (okay you get it.) It all sort of spills out of my mouth at once but for the past two or three weeks i've gotten this response "Grace, can you just hold on a second?" she's got to change a diaper or run an errand or make some calls. i feel like there's just not enough time for me. then when all the boys are in bed and my dad is watching T.V. i will climb under the covers and snuggle with my mommy. and then, it all comes out. a never-ending sentence full of random, useless information. as i talk my mom starts to fade until she's out cold. i kiss her on the cheek and she whispers "sorry, i'm so tired, we'll talk tomorrow."