My mother came into my room today before work and wanted to braid my hair. Okay, I see where that’s normal for most mother/daughter relationships, but my mother has never said anything positive about how I look in the history of EVER! And you know why? Grandma’s dying, ha! The one time my mother is a wonderful person to me, she’s in some sort of reverse mid-life crisis. Yesterday she made me breakfast. I am forcing everyone else to process this catastrophe with me.