Dear Molly:
I'm sorry I laughed at you tonight when you came out of the bathroom with a band-aid across your mouth because your lips were chapped. I know how much it hurts your feelings when you think someone is laughing at you, and even sometimes when they're not even actually laughing at you. I tried so hard to hold it in--I covered my face, did some fake coughs, took some deep breaths. Alas, it was to no avail and I burst out in gleeful chuckles, all at your expense. When you looked up and the tears started to roll I felt very bad, and then when you said "I don't want you to laugh at me," I felt even worse. But here's a confession: I will still kind of laughing because you looked so cute and funny and you really, truly thought the band-aid would make your lips feel better.
So, Molly, I'm writing this letter now so you don't have to relive this experience with your therapist in 20 years. Maybe other ones, but not this one.
love,
Mom
3 comments:
Hilarious! Too bad you couldn't sneak a photo without making things worse.
I know! There's no way I could have gotten a picture. I just have to remember it.
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