Holiday Hate

Mother Nature was belching thunder as I sat alone in my dark office cursing adulthood on this Memorial Day afternoon when my iPhone tickled the inside of my pocket with a text message.

From: Brother Bryan
Date: May 31, 12:27pm

We miss u.

"Aww, I miss you guys too," I replied, a faint smile creasing my lips.

"They're so sweet to think of me," I thought to myself, feeling slightly less crap-tastic about working on a holiday.

And then came a picture message.

From: Brother Bryan
Date: May 31, 12:29pm

"Did I say miss?" I typed. "I meant hate."