My mother asked, “She loves an artist’s work, but she thinks she is bad at art. Does that mean the artist sucks?” I said, “love what you love and don’t give no shit.”
My friend asked, “Do I want to have chocolate that tastes like shit or shit that tastes like chocolate?” I said, “The latter one, which would still be tasty.”
My peer asked me, “How was today?” I said, “Not good.” In the afternoon, I received a few bags of tea and a small paper bag with a smile.
I asked Grandma, “Where’s Grandpa?” Grandma said that he went out for a walk, and then quickly corrected herself and said that he went to bed. Grandpa was over 80 last year. I only existed in his life for 24 years, but he was there in mine for 24 years.