It was mom

Yesterday I was frustrated because I couldn't understand how our kitchen floor gets so dirty so quickly. I remember that the floor never got so dirty growing up.

Then it hit me. It was mom.

The difference isn't that a bunch of bachelors are dirtier than a bunch of kids. The difference is that mom swept the floor every day. And I never noticed. Until now. Mom, thank you for everything.

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