Memories of You

xi. Family has never meant much to me, but you were such a momma’s boy. I would always stand around the kitchen with you while you made her sandwiches and coffee and deliver it to her when she arrived home from work. And you would make me my usual blue Kool-Aid at the same time. At one point you even started to buy me strawberry syrup so I could have my favorite, strawberry milk, instead.