Spilt Milk

I have a memory that haunts me. After my parents got divorced we were extremely poor. We were only allowed to have milk with our cereal because we couldn't afford enough to drink it with meals. I was thirteen, my brother was eleven. We lived in a second story apartment. By bedroom was a walk in closet. On the return home from grocery shopping, my brother dropped a gallon of milk at the top of the stairs. It spilled everywhere. He started to cry. He knew that he had dropped our only milk for the week. What the fuck were we going to do now!? The entire family was going to go without milk because he was careless and dropped it! My dad said it was okay and we all made jokes about crying over spilt milk. My dad somehow managed to go back to the store and get another gallon of milk. But that didn't stop the crying. To be eleven years old and feel the weight of making your family go hungry. I will never feel more sadness than I did while seeing my brother cry that day. I can't even repeat the incident aloud.