en route

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Today I bought plane tickets for my mom and I to go to Disney World this January. When she and my dad took me when I was 11, I’m not quite sure she got to do a fraction of the things she wanted to do, like go to Epcot, and lounge by a pool for more than 10 minutes. In fact, she did everything on all of our family vacations for my brother and I, and I bet we were little assholes about it. I can’t afford a whole lot of extravagance, but my mom is the best human being I know, and she deserves a vacation designed with her in mind. 

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