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“. . . 8-0,” my Mom called out as she rattled off to me the last 2 digits of the phone number of an office I needed to call in the morning.
With a football game blaring in the background from our family room television, Sunday evening just after 9 my Dad ate cereal in the kitchen, his new favorite combo of Trader Joe’s Corn Flakes mixed with their Rice Crispies. I eat the same kinds just not combined.
“Eat a banana too cuz you need the potassium!” called out my constantly caregiving Mother.
I’d wandered out of my room from watching my favorite show “Blue Bloods.” Give me TV, give me action. I cannot sit & watch a screen with nothing on it happening. Or something lame like characters meandering in their apartment. Puke. Gimme good guys collaring bad guys over that any day of the year.
Moving on to bigger & better & funnier things. Good thing my self-worth comes from Above or else man, I’d be in deep trouble!
I was dressed way down in comfy old faded green sweats, a dowdy grey t-shirt & a bare face I’d washed the make-up from immediately upon returning home & changing from our morning church service, so not looking presentable, but still, I’m out to impress . . . nada. And although I had sat down across the table from my Father with the chock-full-of-kindness intent to keep him company while he ate, he apparently didn’t see it that way. Or rather, see ME that way.
He shot me nary a decent glance before matter-of-factly doling out his unsolicited opinion.
“I feel like you look.”
Oh gee, thanks Dad, but what do you REALLY think?
“You look terrible.”
By “Aimer” on my oldest nephew’s 14th birthday
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