I can remember times when I was in New Orleans and I would have to call my brothers friend and hope that he was at my mothers house so I could talk to her. 지친 어머니가 할 수 있는 유일한 일은 집에 있는 모든 것을 팔아 뉴올리언스로 돌아가는 티켓을 사는 것이었어요. Writing this makes me angry.