Rice Pudding
I arrived at my mother's house as I often did to cook dinner for her and my grandma. My grandmother had a particular fondness for rice pudding, so my mother made a lot of it. When I saw that there was only one portion left in the fridge, I decided to eat it. However, about thirty minutes later, I began to feel strange. The world seemed distorted and unreal, and I couldn't focus on anything. I wanted to leave desperately but wasn't sure if I could even drive. That’s when my mother told me that she had spiked the pudding with drugs.
I lay down on the couch, unsure if I should go to the hospital or not. The drugs were making me feel worse and worse by the minute. It wasn't until later that I realized my mother had no reason to drug the pudding when she has liquid doses of both oxy and another calming drug for my grandmother.
Today, I am still alive but I can't shake the feeling that something is off between us. What kind of parent drugs their child?
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