My fingers fumbled to find the cool steel doorknob. I walked over to the long two toned wooden conference table and placed on it two boxes of donuts with signs reading "Happy National Nurses Week! Thank you for all that you do!" One of the social workers on my treatment team later asked me if I had brought in the donuts. I replied in the affirmative. She said "That was nice of you."
I smiled back and said, "My mom taught me to celebrate the little things."
My mom had decorated our bright red Toyota Previa with streamers and a sign reading "Happy Summer" on one of the rear windows during the last week of school. She had the windows rolled down and ragtime music by Scott Joplin blared from the car's stereo. I remember going to the high school to pick up my siblings. Now, I can only imagine the mortification that they felt as they got into the mini van. As for my elementary school self, I felt like a pageant queen on a float. I remember yelling "Happy Summer" and waving to girls that I knew as we drove by.
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