"meeting people"..

Meeting people and building friendships is a pivotal aspect of human existence. The most fascinating part is how we meet people and incorporate into our lives some of their attitudes. I think it's really cute, I don't mean bad attitudes... Lol. In that way, even when we stop talking to them, we still get to retain a fragment of them. Some parts of us are really bits and pieces of the people we encounter. I still love my toast slightly burnt, the same way my ex best friend from high school used to.
Finally, you're in love with someone that seems to exude the same energy as you do. You're so happy that you could literally wake up in the middle of the night to dance. He's all you've ever dreamed of. All your life, you've always envisioned being a girl mom, it's always been about having mini versions of yourself. It isn't as though you don't want boys, but you've never imagined that you could be as good a mom to them.
"We're all boys" he says to you one day. You don't give it much thought, you nod your head and say "oh okay. He doesn't stop talking about his mom: how much he loves her and how much he took after her. You get curious and want to meet the mom he speaks so highly of. "Hello my darling" she says flashing you a smile brighter than the most radiant sun you've ever seen, on the day you finally meet her. She pulls you so close and you cocoon into her so much that pulling away becomes difficult. The hug is so warm and soothing like that hot bath you take during the harmattan season in your bathroom that's tucked far away from its virulent claws. Immediately. you agree with him that she's an angell. You're all seated, and she doesn't stop giggling and winking in his direction in the most frisky way you've ever seen.
A behavior that further reiterates his earlier statement "my mom is my guyl". You love what they have, it's beautiful. You fall in love with her but still don't give too much thought to being a boy mom yourself.
One-day, she walks in, he's hugging you so tight from behind, she calls his name playfully, chuckles and saunters off. Alone with her one day and can't find your phone, you ask for hers to call yours, you dial your number and "Mide's donut" appears on the screen. You laugh so hard, momentarily forgetting about your missing phone. You imagine why that name of all names and conclude that it might be because of his extreme love for donuts. You hear her teasing him about you, and you just simply smile. She
reminisces and laughs about events of years past with her boys, Her favorite ones are from her wedding; the shoes one of Baba Mide's uncles wore and the others.
Her rhythmic laughter is music to your ears: when the house is dull, the sound of her "ho-ho-ho" and "ha-ha-ha" jerks it back to life. You love it, what she has with her boys. Their relationship, as you describe it, is akin to melon seeds with their husks sticking firmly to the edible part.Twenty five years later. you're married already with two sons. Your first son, Tana introduces you to his girlfriend, see who's acting the same way
"Mide's mother" was acting when Mide introduced you to her, Youll You don't end up with Mide but you still carry around a fragment of his angelic mother.