The Daily Prompt:
Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must mention a dark night, your fridge, and tears (of joy or sadness; your call). Feel free to switch one ingredient if you have to (or revisit one from previous trio prompts).
It was a darkish night. I was rummaging through my fridge whilst talking to my mom on the phone. I had just been to a parent/ teachers meeting that day and was telling my mother that the teacher said my littlest daughter is “insanely intelligent” (teachers words not mine.)
I was expecting my mom to say something complimentary and granny-ish…but alas, the words I heard through the phone said. “I’m so glad one of my grandchildren takes after me.”
I was laughing so much, I had tears of joy pouring down my cheeks.
She is a witty one, that mum of mine.
This is a true story