The two of us in the car
Stopped at a red light
On the way home
When her phone rings,
Making the little
I say, MOM! You know you can turn the volume off
If you would prefer not to pick up.
She curtly replies:
‘Si pero ni quiero hacer eso mijo.’
(It’s not true. She just forgets where the button is.)
We drive along with the Ding-da-da-ding-da-da-di-ding-ding
The concert of being next to her.