I sneezed.
“Bless you!” says my son.
I sneezed again.
“Bless you!” says my husband.
I sneezed again, multiple times, my nose is like a tommy gun exploding into a tissue.
“Blow your nose. Seriously. Damn.” says my daughter.
Guess who will dump me by the side of the road when I’m old?
Nikki Nelson-Hicks 