NOVEL OBSERVATIONS

Narrative Contemplation at Starbucks with a Venti Soy Matcha

Photo by Andrew Neel on Unsplash

In the eyes of the law, my daughter remains a child , but she’s now old enough to be left alone at home for a brief time. To be honest, C. looks forward to not having my husband and me around for a few hours. Decades later, I remember that same elated feeling for independence whenever my parents went out no matter how brief.

Since she has arrived at the “whatever” stage of her life (on her Christmas list were black Doc Martens boots that my parents happily purchased for their only grandchild; C. has a Gen X soul in her Gen Alpha body), I knocked on her closed door. Slightly opening it, I told her I was going to use my Starbucks holiday gift card at the local Starbucks a block from our home.