My
brother drives me nuts, but he’s my brother.
We
both have this wavering tolerance for my mother’s alcoholism. As a result we
take turns going into liquor stores with her. We’ve been doing it for years.
Anyway,
I’ve moved out of the house, so I’ve had to deal with it less. I became aware
of that on our road trip. Every time we pulled into a new town, the first thing
we had to find was somewhere to buy wine. Without fail.
So I
volunteered to be the chaperone in the store for my mum. And while I was in
there I saw that they had this soda my brother loves. So I grabbed him one. He
was pleased as punch when I brought it out to him. I also used the GPS on my
phone to find the closest Starbucks for him, since he’s addicted to their chai.
I
don’t live at home anymore, so it’s easy to forget that it isn’t a perfect
little suburban family. Soda and Starbucks aren’t exactly healing, but at least
they’re a bandaid.
Challenge
to my Readers:
Sometimes
it’s the small gestures that mean the most.
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