The pollen has been kicking around for weeks here in North Carolina. Every year Hank suffers through seasonal allergies. He’s usually the hardest hit in our family of five.
His eyes are puffy, red and watery. He develops persistent cough, but somehow manages to keep that upbeat, determined attitude I admire so much in him. This morning as I’m using the bathroom, Hank stands outside my door to give me a status report.
“Hey Mom, I was just itching my eyes and a truck load of pollen just fell out of them.”
“Wow Hank, that’s a lot of pollen.” “Where did it all go?”
“It poured all over the stairs.”
And with that, he walked up the stairs and disappeared into his room.
Life With Hank 
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