The Lie

In nineteen sixty I was thrilled when I noticed in the grocery store A brand of milk my friend’s mom bought; it cost a mere two cents more. My mother argued I could not tell the difference in any way, not at all. For fifty years she lied to me, this woman I trusted. My mom! What gall! She admitted to me, I truly did lie. You did choose the expensive one. Knowing she lied to save two cents does not feel like a lot of fun!