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I had a great morning. The instant I woke up and stumbled sleepily to the kitchen, my nose picked up the scent of waffles, sausage, and coffee. My mom rules all.
We haven't had a hot breakfast since... well, since my dad left. It was great. It reminded me of the old, old days when I was about four or so. I'd be woken up by our coffee maker and its deep hum and I'd come out dragging my teddy bear blanket (which I'm wrapped up in as I type, coincidentally) and find my parents at the table reading the paper and talking quietly and my brother in his high chair doing his best to rub all of his food in his hair. And I'd get some pancakes or what have you as well as a kiss on my head from my mom and I'd pop a squat in front of the television to watch Pee Wee's Playhouse.
I'd forgotten I had a journal here... or maybe I just didn't care. Either way, I'll try to write more often.
Ps. My sister graduated!
We haven't had a hot breakfast since... well, since my dad left. It was great. It reminded me of the old, old days when I was about four or so. I'd be woken up by our coffee maker and its deep hum and I'd come out dragging my teddy bear blanket (which I'm wrapped up in as I type, coincidentally) and find my parents at the table reading the paper and talking quietly and my brother in his high chair doing his best to rub all of his food in his hair. And I'd get some pancakes or what have you as well as a kiss on my head from my mom and I'd pop a squat in front of the television to watch Pee Wee's Playhouse.
I'd forgotten I had a journal here... or maybe I just didn't care. Either way, I'll try to write more often.
Ps. My sister graduated!