Mom had called me into her room to point out an odd log on the ground that could be seen from her window. It was strange. In the recent snow, it looked like a dark path in the woods.
Mom went back to making her bed and continued talking to me.
I stood in the doorway listening. She looked up and said, "Why are you still here?"
"You were still talking..."
"As long as you're standing there, I'll keep talking," she said. "You have a case of self-defeating niceness."
I laughed and repeated, "Self-defeating niceness," mulling it over. "That's tweet worthy," I said with a smile before walking away.
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