KindnessA Story by Kathryn SmithYou can look high or low but there's no place else to go We all need more kindness in this world I'll be blunt. My mother's birthday dinner made me feel like s**t. I put on some music I thought she would like. But my father turned it off because it was "her birthday" and proceeded to put on something "better." My mother sent me bullets through her eyes as I took a picture of her with her cake. Maybe she didn't want her picture taken, but how many birthdays would she have left? She took pictures of all of us on our birthdays. I asked how my parents decided to give me the nick name Kit Kat. I said I didn't know anyone else with that nickname. My brother exploded and began speaking to me as if I were the dumbest person in the world. I looked around at each of their faces. They were exasperated at the stupidity of my question and said they knew plenty of people with the name Kit Kat. But I didn't. The tones in their voices grew colder. So I fell silent. Finally, I spoke of Mortimer and a boy I liked. How he walked around his entire town and snapped pictures for me to see. But no one seemed to be listening this time. No one seemed to really care. No one even answered and acknowledged what I just said. It's like I was speaking to air. So I ate my cake. Then walked out into the night. And enjoyed a 3 mile hike of music and kindness from We Banjo 3. © 2017 Kathryn SmithAuthor's NoteReviews
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