We let ourselves into my mom’s house– the house where I grew up– the other day, to discover this crime scene in the kitchen:
It was accompanied by this note:
I could not have been more astounded if the note had told me that my real parents were from Krypton and this whole time, I’d only been kept on Earth for my own safety. The leak is almost more a part of the family than I am. I have memories of it going back to at least age 4, and everybody knows that the leak is a result of the pipes upstairs expanding and contracting, or condensation or straight-up bathroom leaks. It’s just been common knowledge forever. We all pretty much gave up any serious hope of ever really fixing it, long ago.
So, to my friends with homes and the seemingly unavoidable accompanying moisture issues: remember this. You are stronger than the leak. The leak can be stopped. The leak must not win.
