Thank you.
My brother despite his rage against me, without explanation, gets me orange juice with pulp for my breakfast. Why?! It’s palpable his venom against me, but he refuses to tell me what I did. For a “Department of Education, Communications emphasis Ph.D.,” I think he’s failed.
But, there it stands my glass of orange juice on the nook table next to the kitchen. Juxtaposed against his hostility is totally confusing.
So I’m grateful for the orange juice, for his efforts, and perhaps for this new day and opportunity that I’ll learn what I did wrong that I might be able to fix or apologize for or maybe just improve.
Thank you for another day which I was debating whether I wanted to participate with or just quit this charade.
Blessings to all on this journey.
Warmly,
Anne