Life had not gone well lately for Loretta Hartman. Four years out of university and she was restless. She’d lived in three different cities in as many years chasing a seemingly mythical dream job for the sake of using her indebting degree. And while she climbed - up up up - the ladder, her soul descended into despair. No acquaintance was allowed to creep into a friendship and she’d driven away the man she thought she’d marry.
During a late night call, her mother gave her the harsh truth: it was time to come home.
“You’re chasing stars but have no roots.”
Oh, get back, yeah, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
Yeah, get back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
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Mothers have this magical ability to call at exactly the right time and tell you exactly the right thing.
My mothers phone calls have precipitated no less than 2 miracles in my life. To phrase it dramatically, the first saved my soul, the second saved my life. And the second one involved "It's time to come home", so I felt that pretty hard! Great story!
LOVED THIS. To the root of it.