“Zoey!” I call out, the impatience apparent in my voice. I glance at my watch as I place her lunchbox in her backpack.
7:32 a.m. Five minutes until we need to leave.
She’s supposed to be brushing her teeth, but instead of running water and toothbrush scrubbing, the only sound I hear coming from the bathroom is her sweet chattering. Zoey’s been talking to herself since she first learned to speak; how comforting it must be, I think, to always have someone to talk to, who you can always count on to listen. If it was the weekend, I would have just smiled to myself and let her carry on her conversation, but alas, it’s a school day.
The first bell will ring in 13 minutes.
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“You’ve got to know when to hold ‘em….” – Kenny Rogers
Recently, I found out that my presence might be required in Las Vegas at an upcoming work conference. Though there were a litany of reasons I wasn’t keen on the idea, three major ones stuck out:
- I drink so infrequently that I have a slight buzz after eating pasta made with white wine sauce.
- The thought of staying up until the wee hours of the morning at an after-party after a long day of work and making small talk with strangers made me want to crawl in bed and go to sleep. At 8 PM.
- My idea of gambling involves $1 worth of pennies and a slot machine. Maybe $5, if I’m feeling lucky.
Needless to say, I was happy that I had too many pressing deadlines so I wouldn’t need to attend. I actually think it had nothing to do with my workload and more to do with the look on my face when the suggestion was made that I go, the one that silently begged, “Please don’t make me go, please don’t make me go.” Continue reading “What We Pass Down”