I miss my mom. I used to push all the buttons just as she would walk down the aisle, a mischievous glint in my eye. Each time we visited the grocery store, I’d dash ahead, my small fingers dancing over the colorful buttons of the self-checkout machine. With each beep, she’d turn around, half-laughing, half-exasperated. “You little rascal! One day, you’re going to break it!” she’d say, shaking her head, but her smile would give her away. Those moments were filled with laughter and light, the kind of memories that could brighten even the dullest days.
Since her passing, the grocery store has become a hollow place for me. I walk through, the automatic doors sliding open with a soft whoosh, and I feel the weight of the emptiness settle in my chest. The shelves filled with brightly packaged goods seem to mock my solitude. I can still hear her voice, echoing in my mind, reminding me to pick up my favorite snacks or to try a new recipe. I wander through the aisles, my heart heavy, searching for a piece of her in every corner.
I remember how she would linger by the produce, inspecting the apples with care, always choosing the shiniest ones. “The best things in life are worth taking a moment to choose,” she would say, her hands gently brushing over the fruit. Now, I find myself standing there, staring at the apples, unable to choose. They all seem dull and lifeless without her touch.
The self-checkout machines are still there, their buttons waiting to be pressed, but they feel like a cruel reminder of what I’ve lost. I can’t bring myself to push them anymore. The last time I stood in front of one, the memories flooded back. I could almost hear her laughter, feel her presence beside me. But it was just a memory, fleeting and painful.
Every week, I return to the store, hoping that somehow it will feel different, that I’ll find a way to connect with her again. But the aisles remain unchanged, their fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like a persistent reminder of my loneliness. I see other families laughing and chatting, and I feel like an outsider looking in on a world that no longer includes me.
One evening, as I walked past the cereal aisle, I spotted a box of her favorite brand. It was decorated with bright colors and cheerful characters, a stark contrast to the heaviness in my heart. I hesitated for a moment, then reached out and grabbed it, a sudden rush of nostalgia washing over me. I could almost see her standing beside me, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “Let’s get it! We can make our special breakfast tomorrow!”
With the box cradled in my arms, I made my way to the checkout. I felt a warmth spreading through me, the kind of warmth that comes from cherished memories. But as I stood there, scanning the items and watching the screen flash numbers, I realized that I was alone. The laughter we shared, the spontaneous dance parties in the kitchen, all of it felt like a distant dream.
When I got home, I placed the box on the kitchen counter, a bittersweet smile tugging at my lips. I thought about making pancakes, just like we used to, the kitchen filled with the scent of vanilla and maple syrup. I reached for my phone to call her, to share the news, but my heart sank as reality set in. There would be no more calls, no more laughter echoing through the house.
That night, I sat in the dark, the box of cereal beside me, feeling the weight of my grief settle in. I poured myself a bowl, the sound of the cereal hitting the milk breaking the silence. As I took the first bite, tears streamed down my cheeks. Each crunch reminded me of the moments we had shared, and I felt an ache in my chest for the warmth of her presence.
“I miss you, Mom,” I whispered into the stillness of the room. “I wish I could press all the buttons just one more time, hear you laugh, feel your hand in mine.”
But the buttons would remain untouched, just as the aisles of the grocery store would remain silent, a reflection of the emptiness I felt inside. And in that moment, I realized that while the world continued to move forward, I would always carry her with me, a bittersweet reminder of the love that once filled my life.
Four police officers grab a bite after a long shift – can’t believe what’s then written on their receipt
Four Louisiana police officers were working their shifts as normal, and when they became hungry, they decided to go to Outback Steakhouse to grab a bite to eat for dinner. What they didn’t know was that as soon as they walked in the door, the manager and server took notice of their uniforms and planned to send them a message on their receipt.
Every day, law enforcement puts their lives on the line to ensure the safety of the general public. One restaurant staff member decided to thank their local police in a special way!
The Slidell police officers often visit the local Outback Steakhouse for lunch, dinner, and even late-night meals. Manager Arline Wood has nothing but nice things to say about the officers that visit her restaurant! She loves having them in, and server Zoe says, “They’re the sweetest guys.”
They always treat the staff with respect and dignity, and Arline appreciates their continued patronage. That night, two employees decided to take special care of some of the officers that had come in at the end of their shift. The Outback duo picked up the check for the four officers that were dining that night! Totaling around $67, server Zoe dropped off the receipt with a little note thanking the men for all that they do.
The officers were very moved by this kind gesture and gave Zoe a large tip in return! They posted a picture of the receipt on the Slidell PD Facebook page and received even more positive feedback. Slidell PD said,
“Words can’t describe how this makes all of us feel. THANK YOU MS. ARLENE AND ZOE FOR BEING SO KIND AND SHOWING YOUR APPRECIATION FOR LAW ENFORCEMENT.”
Manager Arline said she never expected this kind of media attention; she just wanted to thank the officers for their service.
Arline and Zoe hope this helps inspire other people to take the time to thank the men in blue. Now, more than ever, the police officers need to be reminded that we still appreciate what they do!
These women were able to show their gratitude and respect to the officers who serve their community! Let’s hope more people take a page out of their book and pay it forward. A positive act like this helps to combat all of the negativity in the world.
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