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"Can I please go now?" I'm staring at my mom, willing her to stop talking and acknowledge me. But she just pushes her long wavy hair off her face, glances at me briefly, then turns back to her customer, continuing their discussion on the benefits of a totally gluten-free diet.
I roll my eyes and tap my foot against the bamboo floor. I'm sick of gluten haters. Totally over soy lovers. And don't even get me started on yoga, people who meditate, or anything certified organic. Untying my hemp apron with the words new day organics embroidered in bold green letters along the front,