When I was about
eight my mama took me to a local party store to get us treats. Normally, she
would quickly run inside well I waited in the car. This time she decided to
take me in with her so I could pick out something myself. She hauled me out of
my car seat put me on her hip and we went into the store together. Once inside,
I picked out my candy bar and my mom purchased whenever she was going to get
and we went up to the cashier. The cashier looked at eight-year-old me and
said, “tell your mom you're big enough to get down and walk by yourself.” My
mom and I looked in each other and she said, “do you want to tell him or should
I?”
I looked at him and said, “I
can't walk I have cerebral palsy.” His jaw fell open and he started offering me
free candy. Any normal eight-year-old probably would've said,” yes, please or
thank you very much!” But according to my mother, I said, “no thank you.” She
thought that I was pretty disgusted with the guy. Then she told me that he was
a complete ass and I laughed harder than I've left in a very long time. Another
one of the many reasons I love my Momma.
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