by J.G. Millie
Why did I need a popsicle? Why did I walk to the nearest corner store to get one? Why did they only have grape flavoured ones? Why did I forget my wallet at home? Why did the stranger behind me pay for it? Why did I have to open it, run straight into a celebrity, and drop it? Why did I try to salvage it, and bend over? Why did my baby bump have to get in the way? Why did she burst into a fit of laughter? Why does this memory still haunt me three kids, and thirty years later?