We were best friends when I was younger. You came to all of my sporting events, we would spend hours watching Food Network and HGTV together, we even went shopping together...and now, this.
It's true, my mom and I were best friends, but she has reached a new level of betrayal that I thought I would never have to witness at 22 years old. I had a package sent to the house; just a small one that cost me roughly $8. I found the crumbs on the kitchen counter. I saw the black between her teeth on her irremovable smile. It was at this point I knew, my mother had hidden my thin mints.
I can't begin to explain the feeling of knowing that my own flesh and blood had hidden my thin mints. The woman who gave birth to me chose cookies over our relationship.
In this moment, I began to think about this type of betrayal and how much it happens. I thought about how often our friends, roommates, and even family members would eat our leftovers, steal our clothes, and hide our delicious chocolate cookies. These are supposed to be important people in our lives, yet they cross us more often than we would like to admit. I came to the realization that no matter how much we do for others, they will always do what is best for themselves.
The world isn't built upon karma, though many believe in it. It doesn't promote those who are the nicest or those who have the biggest hearts. We are encouraged by society to look out for only ourselves, since we have been shown that this is the quickest way to move up in any aspect of our lives.
Is there one person in this world that we can trust with everything? Someone that we can put all of our faith in and trust into that they will be honest with us one hundred percent of the time? Or is that nothing but a small vision into a perfect universe? I would like to think that there are some people I can trust with everything, but then again, if I can't trust my mother not to hide my Thin Mints, is that really a feasible thought?
