Thunderstorms & Hot Chocolate
I randomly recalled a childhood memory the other day. A seemingly ordinary event, I suppose.
It was my mother making everyone cups of hot chocolate while a thunder storm raged outside.
Nothing unusual about that, right?
You know what I don't understand though?
Why did my mother feel it necessary to wake me up, who was perfectly happy to be sleeping through the storm until that point, just so I could sit with everyone else at the kitchen table and not drink the beverage? I've NEVER liked hot chocolate.
And it hit me the other day when I had this random recollection - why did I never think to ASK her why the hell she felt it necessary to wake me out of a dead sleep?
Hmm . . . think I owe my mom a phone call.
It was my mother making everyone cups of hot chocolate while a thunder storm raged outside.
Nothing unusual about that, right?
You know what I don't understand though?
Why did my mother feel it necessary to wake me up, who was perfectly happy to be sleeping through the storm until that point, just so I could sit with everyone else at the kitchen table and not drink the beverage? I've NEVER liked hot chocolate.
And it hit me the other day when I had this random recollection - why did I never think to ASK her why the hell she felt it necessary to wake me out of a dead sleep?
Hmm . . . think I owe my mom a phone call.
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