I'm thinking of a day some years ago. Mom was sitting at the kitchen table, carrying on with a project, when she was approached by my brother with a concern. He held up his new lunch bag, soft and cushioned with plastic. Inside was a tag with an exclamation that bothered him.
I'm insulated!
Holding up the tag for her to read, Eric's face held a most somber expression. Mom read the tag and looked up at him, asking what the trouble was. "TJ planted this in my lunch bag," he retorted bitterly. After a moment, Mom caught his drift and smiled. The poor boy thought he was being INSULTED.
I miss my youngest brother and what he once was. Why must they grow up into people like the person he is becoming?
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