April 23, 2012
A Cup of Tea
Sky has been sick. He and Millie both have, actually. A week of coughing called for a trip to the doctor, and he confirmed it was bronchitis. Because he thought it was viral, the doctor could only recommend the usual rest and chicken soup.
That night, after one of Sky's coughing fits, I said, "I know you don't like hot chocolate or hot tea or anything, but something warm would probably make your throat feel a little better."
He half-smiled and said, "I like hot tea...I used to drink it a lot. I drank it all the time in Afghanistan." Going into villages and meeting with government officials there, he was often offered their food and drink. I hadn't thought about it before. I've never seen the boy drink a cup of hot tea before in my life.
So I made him a cup. It was lemon ginger with a couple spoonfuls of honey mixed in. I warned him that the ginger was a bit strong before placing the mug in his hands.
And it's funny. How we've been together this long and I didn't know.
And how it doesn't really matter.
But how it does.
I know him a little more now.