He Never Remembered My Allergy
Language: en
We were walking through the grocery store, and he was acting like a walking billboard for his foster sister. I reached for a bag of kettle chips. "Zoe loves those," he said. I grabbed a carton of yogurt. "Zoe says that brand is too sweet." I picked up a plastic clamshell of fresh strawberries. Without even looking up, he muttered, "Zoe is allergic. She can't even stand the smell." I slammed the strawberries back onto the shelf. He frowned at me. "What is your problem?" My problem? I was just exhausted. For three years, every breath he took felt like it was on behalf of Zoe. I felt like…