Tea time across the miles.

My daughter will never forget the friend that’s me. Sitting at our table after school days sipping tea talking about the day.

She wanders and wonders. Who’s you best friend baby girl? Me. Your Mama.

Better are the wounds of a friend than the kisses of the enemy. Proverbs.

Across the miles. She sips her tea. And thanks about me. đź’‹đź’‹đź’‹

That’s a good Mama. And that a good friend who took the time to listen to her Babble.

Mamas are friends. But we don’t take no shit. We listen. We love. We sip tea.

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