The Invisible Mom. Clearly maybe not; nobody can see if I’m from the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the ground, and even looking at my mind when you look at the corner.

The Invisible Mom. Clearly maybe not; nobody can see if I’m from the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the ground, and even looking at my mind when you look at the corner.

One time I became walking my son Jake to school. I became keeping their hand and now we were going to get across the road once the crossing guard believed to him, “Who is that with you, young fella?”

“Nobody,” he shrugged.

No Body? The crossing guard and I also laughed. My son is five, but once we crossed the road we thought, “Oh my goodness, I’m no one?”

As no one, I would personally head into a available room with no one could notice. I might state one thing to my children, like “Turn the TV down, please.” And absolutely nothing would take place. No body would even get up or make a move for the remote. I would personally stay here for a full minute, after which I might state once more, only a little louder, “Would somebody turn the TV down?” Nothing. Continue reading “The Invisible Mom. Clearly maybe not; nobody can see if I’m from the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the ground, and even looking at my mind when you look at the corner.”