I decided to take her over to Mrs. Monica Travers, she was a black woman who had been my mom's friend since they met at junior high.
"So like, where are we going?" My mom (Amy) asked me.
"I'm taking you to see your friend Mrs. Travers." I said as we were walking to her house.
"Who?"
"Monica."
"Oh, well why didn't you just say so."
We finally reached her house and I rang the door bell to her house. Mrs. Travers opened the door, she was a black woman with mostly gray hair and she'd become a little over weight at the age of 54.
"Well hello Joe, who's your friend?" Mrs. Travers asked.
"Believe it or not, this is my mom." I said.
"What? Don't be ridiculous." Mrs. Travers said but then she took a good long look at her.
"Oh my gosh, it is her." Mrs. Travers then stepped closer to look at her face.
"Are you Monica?" My mom (Amy) asked her now older friend.
"Of course it's me Amy." Mrs. Travers said.
"Prove it, do our secret handshake." My mom asked.
Mrs. Travers took my mom's hand then something unexpected happened; Mrs. Travers became young just like my mother! Her weight shrank, her gray hair went back to black and became frizzy.
"Far out Monica, it is you." My mom (Amy) said with joy.
"Oh yeah, I feel so out of sight." Monica (Mrs. Travers) said as she and Amy (my mom) jumped for joy.
Mrs. Travers 10 year old daughter then came off the bus from school and saw me, my mom, and her mom, though at first she didn't recognize her.
"Mommy, is that you?" Mrs. Travers daughter asked.
" 'Mommy'? You got it the other way around mama, I'm you're little girl." Mrs Travers said as she kissed her daughter on the cheek and then to my surprise, her daughter, Monique, grew into a 40 year old woman with a tie dye shirt.
"Oh you're right honey, silly me." Before Monique went inside her house, she winked at me and I sort of blushed, she was kind of cute.
So now...