I am 40 something years old, petite, and fit into my children’s wardrobe.

Part of my daughter’s therapy is to keep her busy to get her mind occupied on something, like watching movie, taking walks, scrap booking, folding origami, etc. Last night, we agreed that we see a movie on a big screen in a nearby theater. We live only 5 minutes away from the nearest and only theater in town.

First, I took her to the nursery to buy plants for her apartment. She said she could use some plants for her apartment as it is too bare and needing some touch-ups. Then we stopped by at a friend’s salon to deliver fresh organic veggies from the garden. We gifted her a combination of pechay, chard, beet top, sweet basil, tomatoes, and eggplant.

Then, on the way home, we stopped by at the park to do our daily walk. We normally sit on the park for a minute or two to reflect/enjoy the beautiful scenery. I said we might have to skip on the sitting part as we were running late . You know, as a mother, I have other functions…too many functions actually, that often times, i run short of time to fulfill on some. We only circled the park once- equivalent to a mile.

Came home, fixed dinner right away while L prepared her favorite enchilada. I don’t know why she doesn’t care for my cooking which my husband and my other daughter are fond of. The only food that she likes from my cooking is eggroll. What can you do? She is 19 years old, and has her own food preference. She loves Mexican food.

She got herself a soft-round tortilla, grated some cheese and spread it on the tortilla, added slices of tomatoes, add a dash of pepper, drizzle some Tabasco, and microwave it for a minute. It was a actually delicious as I had a taste of it. But, is it a well-balanced diet? Let’s see. There are protein, carbohydrates, & veggie–good enough, I thought, plus the fact that it is delicious. What do you think?

I finished cooking before 7 PM, movie was at 7:30 PM. My husband and I ate the delicious stew I cooked with carrots, potatoes, celery, pepper, and fresh tomatoes from the garden, simmer to perfection. The gravy was devilishly good and creamy! It hit the spot!

We left the house at exactly 7:15 PM. I let L buy the ticket. It cost $8 per person. It was dark outside and the only source of light was from the ticket counter. I heard L ask if there was a discount for a student. The guy said No. From a distance, I asked if they gave discount to the senior. The boy just mumbled and handed us a dollar change. L was surprised to get a dollar back when she was actually rummaging through her pocket looking for a dollar more.

Hmmm, I get a dollar back, cool…L muttered.

Lexi, what happpened? Did he give me a senior discount???, I asked.

Apparently so, she laughed.

That is an outrage! I retorted.

Ahh, let it go, we have something to buy popcorn and drinks, L responded.

Suddenly, we were inside the theater enjoying popcorn, but at the same time I was feeling guilty for what had just transpired. It kept haunting me up until now. My husband was laughing because he thought it was an insult. I didn’t care about that. It wasn’t right, per se. I have to go back there and return the $2 that I was never entitled to.

What would you do?

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