I got into my car last week, and the first thing I saw was a packet under my seat. I picked it up to see what it was, and it shocked myself and others to see it was marijuana. I didn’t guess anyone who used marijuana, and not someone who drove my car. The only other man who took my car separate from permission was my mom. I knew he wasn’t using marijuana, even though I had to ask. I grabbed the bin of marijuana and headed into the house… As soon as my mom saw it, he looked glad. She took it from myself and others and asked where I found his medical marijuana. I told his it was under the seat in the car. She told myself and others he had been to the medical marijuana dispensary a couple of days ago, and could not figure out if he had left it on the counter, or lost it on the way out. After explaining how costly medical marijuana was, he kissed myself and others on the forehead and thanked myself and others for finding it for her. I stood there prefer a fish gasping for air. She just thanked myself and others for finding his medical marijuana, that I didn’t guess he used. I followed his into the entryway and asked when he started using medical marijuana. She looked pensive for a moment and told myself and others it had to be shortly after his car accident. She had so much pain because of his broken pelvis that the doctor advocated it for her, however now that he was using his walker full time, he found it helped with all the pains that came from the accident and the arthritis that had set in.