the suitcase

My mom came into town last night.

im lifting her heavy ass carry on up the stairs wondering what the hell she packed. it's a small bag so it's true weight is deceptive
she starts unpacking in the kitchen and i think she just wants to get her night stuff ready to get to bed. she pulls out sunny delight, kool-aid mix, two cans of the tall arizona iced teas, sweet bread (which is my favorite and i always try to not eat in one sitting), tapioca pudding snacks, a can of tuna, chocolate milk mix, evaporated milk (which she tells me, "you know what you do, you can add water and now it's like regular milk," i simply look at her and don't say anything about this last comment), and a small can of those vienna type chicken sausages.

she also brings me astringent- you want some? a shirt, which i'll wear today. 2 pairs of flip flops with animal print bottoms- im not going outside in those. before i think to tell her that im too old and maybe i dont drink chocolate milk anymore, i can drink milk whole, she gives me a Mickey Mouse underwear pack, which I of course wear one to bed because i have a soft spot for Mickey.