Pam

I know don’t how but it comes easy and natural to me to start conversations with strangers. Over the years some of those strangers have become my friends. Today, I met a girl named Pam in line at Yogurtland. She looked in her late teens and pregnant. Her bump looked like the perfect round basketball and I couldn’t help myself but to touch it and start asking about the baby. Today was actual her due date but she still hadn’t gone in labor obviously but she couldn’t wait. By the time we got our turns we talked about everything from stages of labor and before check out, exchanged names and I told her how wonderful motherhood is after a few minutes into it. Ha!

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