I have waited fourteen long, trying years but finally the sweet honey taste of vengeance is mine to savor.
My daughter has fallen in love with a book, The Fault In Our Stars, and she was sitting on the couch reading—totally lost to the world. Smiling, I sat down next to her and started to talk to her.
I asked her random questions.
I hugged her.
I lay on her arm.
I moved her book so I could see what she was reading.
She screeched at me to leave her alone.
She complained how annoying I am.
She pushed me away.
Finally she stormed off into her room.
And I laughed, and hubby laughed, and after fourteen years of her interrupting us when we sat down to read, finally it was my turn to drive her crazy.
I can still taste the honey sweetness of revenge on my tongue.