Ben,
Happy New Year. If you were out late, drink a glass of water first and read this after.
My dad made us eat black-eyed peas every New Year’s Day for luck. I hated them. I made them for you every year anyway, and you hated them too. Sorry. I’d do it again.
Last year was a hard one for you. I know there was more to it than you told me. You kept going in to work and you still called every Sunday. I noticed.
Write down one thing you want this year. Just one. Stick it on the fridge where you’ll see it with your coffee.
Mom

