I just got back from Wal-Mart. The last time I was there, my parents were with me and my friend and our favorite cab driver, Greg, took us there. Today, I had to shop alone (and without the ride from Greg).
First of all, I shouldn’t be alone in Wal-Mart. Even when my parents went with me, I never got out of there without spending at least $100. The same thing happened today, but I really missed having my mom and dad with me. The worst part (besides them not being there) was that I really needed all the stuff I bought. And it was sad to tell the driver, who asked about them when she took me home, that they were now in a nursing home.
I miss going to the McDonald’s with them (there’s one inside that Wal-Mart). And just shopping with them. My mom liked to shop; my dad always found a chair or bench somewhere and sat down. Of course, I thought of them while I was doing my shopping and bought them some things I thought they’d like such as dark chocolate truffles and flavored Tootsie Rolls.
When I got home, I looked at the old photos I found at their old house last week and thought of how much I love them. I love the old pics of my dad because he looks like Edward Hermann (who played Richard Gilmore on “Gilmore Girls.”) And in some of the pictures my mom looks like…me. I wish we could go shopping again…and to McDonald’s.