2. I seriously must be adopted. I have exactly zero recollection of that EVER being a meal that my mother made. I don't recall her making chicken soup from scratch when I was growing up. I remember Campbell's. Not that she can't make soup, she just more often made broccoli soup or mushroom soup. In fact, I'm the one that makes the chicken soup, not her. And I don't use noodles. Hysterically, I made that exact meal for my mom and I last week when I was sick. (Except I had the soup frozen from a previous batch I'd made, but still...)
I'm not entirely shocked that him and I have incredibly different memories. As we get older and talk about stuff, what he remembers from our childhood and what I remember diverges significantly. He'll ask me about an event and I'll have no memory of it and vice versa. I do recall from my psychology of memory class in college that we all remember the same events differently and no one really understands the brain and blah blah. But still: never ever with the homemade chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese.
3. I'll forgive the leaving off of the "d" after "use" but the heart? I think I just threw up a little bit in my mouth.
In all honesty, it has been a massive sea change to see my brother in an honest to god relationship. He's like an actual human being. Not the jerk I was used to dealing with. I totally applaud his girlfriend, who I really like, for having such a positive impact on his life. I mean, he still has his moments, he will always be him, but our relationship, the way he treats me has improved greatly. So I hope they never ever break up so he doesn't go back to being a jerk face.
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