It's good news she's just given you on the phone. A girl's dream come true. A fantasy. The highest nod of approval from her peers.
And maybe it's the shock of it that makes you bungle it, say something stupid like, "How is this possible?" Which is when she hangs up on you because she thinks you're saying, "You? How did this happen to YOU?" Just like Cinderella's step mother said when she found out the prince had come looking for Cinderella instead of her own horrible daughters. But you didn't mean it that way, it's just that you were so shocked and so proud and scared at the same time. It's just that your very your first thought when she told you was "they'll hate her, people are going to hate her for this."
When you call her back and ask for forgiveness you ask her to do a re-do, to tell you again and let you answer more appropriately.
"Okay," she says, rolling her eyes on the phone.
"Hi Mom," she sing songs, "guess what? I've been nominated Home Coming Queen."
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These are the fast and dirty ramblings of a woman who is barreling straight into her middle age. These writings come from the middle of her life, not a particularly bad time either. She’s not freaked out. She doesn’t sit on the couch all day watching soaps and fantasizing about a life completely out of reach.
3 comments:
Oh, my.
xoxo
Yeah, that's fantastic. And i doubt i could find the right words at such a time either.
Love,
Alison
holey moley! she's old enough now? wow, time flies...
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