My mother asked me a question with concern on her face,
“I found a syringe in your room? Why do you have it?”
Initially by the look on her face, I thought she was going to ask me about my sexual accessories because I’ve seen the face before when she’d ask me about those things. I wasn’t expecting that, and asked myself the same question because I didn’t know what a syringe was doing in my room. So I responded with,
“I don’t know what it is doing in my room, maybe you left it here (since my mother gives needles to patients) ?”
Then I remembered why it was in my room. My brother tried to fix my printer and had the syringe for that very reason. LMAO. ME a drug addict?!? Maybe alcoholic, but I’ve never touched illegal drugs in my life, not even weed. The look on my mother’s face was priceless.
- Liza Mae
