I usually ask for two lollipops, please.
Today, I wanted to be a kid again.
Today, I wanted to be responsibility-free.
Today, I didn’t want to worry about what to feed my family for dinner.
Today, I didn’t want to worry about whether my youngest was wearing his real underwear or his imaginary ones.
Today, I didn’t want to plan out my son’s school work plan.
Today, I didn’t want to organize and coordinate all I had on my plate.
Today, I asked for three lollipops, please, at the bank drive-thru lane.
One for my oldest. One for my youngest. One for me.
For just a few minutes I was responsibility-free.
My lollipop was yellow.