One morning in Minneapolis I totally crashed on a couch in a house that my buddy Nancy was housesitting (yes, you, Natty and Dave). In the morning there were four kids and 3 schools and so I offered to drive her oldest to school. She hadn't eaten and so I brought her to the gas station. I thought it was hilarious that I was trying to find something nutritious for her to eat before school, at the gas station. Of course she chose a nasty premade sandwich and we bought gum and then it was off to school. I felt kinda like a mom for the moment, and also kind of like a good friend. It was a nice morning, and as I approached her high school, (not at all unaware that she is a new, small-town kid in a new, big-city school), I realized this kind of opportunity doesn't come very often. I stopped the car in the drop off point, looked at her, and slowly rolled her window down. No words were exchanged. She shook her head 'no'. I shook my head 'yes'. She shook 'no', and I shook 'yes' for several minutes. "I have to." I said, and she cried just a little. NO. PLEASE. Her eyes said. YES, AND I'M SORRY, said mine back.
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"HAVE A GREAT DAY AT SCHOOL, KHIA! MAKE GOOD CHOICES! REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE!!" *HONK HONK*
2 comments:
At least you didn't post an embarressing story she wrote when she was a little kid on your blog.
That can be arranged.
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