Someone is listening! Easter happened today. For years, ever since I can remember, really, my mother hides little chocolate eggs around the house——balancing them on the ridges of picture frames, on lights, thermostats, door frames and on towel racks. And every year, my brothers and I try to find the most eggs.
For the first year in my recent memory, I won. I found the most eggs. I found 45 and my little brother found 43. My older brother declined to get out of bed, so he found zero.
But we had a Easter dinner at our neighbours house. We're very close with this family, and I kind of view them as aunt/uncle/cousin-like family. I adore them. I certainly hope they feel the same way about me!
Now, usually, I'm an embarrassing, bumbling, walking awkward pause. I say things that are inappropriate because they sound normal in my head, but then I say it and whoa, boy, it was not. But this Easter dinner was my coming of age, I swear.
Maybe it's just that I'm sixteen now, and my words are heard with that prejudgement of what's expected a true teenager. Or perhaps I've began covering up my awkwardness in the same way I can cover my acne—concealer cream and mineral foundation, baby, all the way. I'm not sure what happened, when it happened, or even how, but I do declare, I didn't feel like a nerd once today.
That's a lie. I did once. I was watching Star Trek with my dad and my mum. My dad gave a really vague description of an episode he liked, and my mum spewed off a whole bunch of facts about it: director, name, who the director's son was and why that was important. She then laughed at her Trekkie-ness. And then I said, "Wow, Mum, you're such a Star Trekkie-Trek-Trekker."
So go me.
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