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Mother's Day · Pop

Mom, I never told you this, but those Saturday mornings — radio cranked up, both of us cleaning and singing every word wrong on purpose — those were the best part of my whole week. I didn't get it back then. Last weekend I was cleaning my place out here, all by myself, and I caught myself humming one, and God, I missed you. You made a dumb chore feel like the happiest place on earth. Wish I was home this year. I love you, Mom.

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Song story

Background

Maya is 24 and just moved to a new city for her first real job — her first Mother's Day away from home. The thing she keeps coming back to is small: Saturday mornings, her mom Tammy cranking the radio while they cleaned, both of them singing the wrong words on purpose. Last weekend Maya caught herself humming one of those songs in her empty apartment, and it hit her how far away home is. She turned that feeling into an upbeat pop song for her mom.

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Mom, I never told you this, but those Saturday mornings — radio cranked up, both of us cleaning and singing every word wrong on purpose — those were the best part of my whole week. I didn't get it back then. Last weekend I was cleaning my place out here, all by myself, and I caught myself humming one, and God, I missed you. You made a dumb chore feel like the happiest place on earth. Wish I was home this year. I love you, Mom.

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