Chocolate Milk

That day I feared I’d never stop crying, my tears a torrent taking me out to sea, Dr. Helene asked what soothed me as a sad, and scared, small kid. Chocolate milk, I said. Drink that, she said. Drink until you stop the crying. I drove to the drive-in dairy, bought a can of chocolate syrup and a gallon of milk, and drank, and drank, and drank, until my life was sweet enough to greet my children skipping through the door from school.