"Heitor"

We had lunch with my mom and Julia on Tuesday, after the mix-up with the gifts, and they drove me crazy about it.

"Mom, I have something else for you." I took the card that beautiful stranger left at the mall store out of my jacket pocket and handed it to my mom.

"What is this?" my mom asked.

I told the story, and the three women in front of me giggled like children and made fun of me. My mom read the card and passed it to Melissa and Julia. Wiping a tear from the corner of her eye from laughing so hard, she said to me:

"Heitor Martinez, I'm a good mother and I taught you! Your behavior in the store is absurd. I recommend that you go back and apologize to the saleswoman, and if you ever see that woman again, you apologize to her too."

"Mom, I'm not going back to the store to apologize," I replied. "Oh, you will, you will! You're better than that, Hector. And you're going to come back and apologize because I didn't raise an arrogant and overbearing man!" My mother said serious