Back when we were little
kids, my friends and I would bitch about how our parents would always make us
eat our vegetables and drink our milk. Edgar,
however, never had to drink his milk. His parents were hotshot lawyers and we all thought they were more concerned with some new case than with their own son’s milk consumption. Edgar would also be gone for days without ever getting into trouble. We envied him, even though this lack of caring made him sad. Being a cocky asshole at the time, I made a joke about how one day Edgar’s parents would find
his picture on a milk carton long before they even realized he was missing. Everyone laughed. Edgar didn't. He punched
me in stomach, making me drop my milk, and walked away. I totally deserved it, but as
the milk spilled over the ground, I could almost hear Edgar’s tears role down
his cheeks.
I later found out
that Edgar was actually lacto-intolerant. Even so, I'm sure he still wished his parents cared more about him.