Private to Me
I think it was bittersweet to see all of the Roses and Thornes here last weekend. It was nice to see people successful and happy in their careers. At least you hope they're happy because that's the point, right? You go to school and you get a job, one that you hopefully like, so that you can support yourself and then a family and then everything that comes after that. Because that's what you're supposed to do. That's what it means to be a grown-up.
There are things I know:
There are things I know:
- How Daddy likes his coffee.
- How loudly to knock on the study door so that he knows that dinner is ready and Mom isn't waiting anymore before she comes to get him herself.
- Sometimes Mom doesn't get up and do devotional. She starts breakfast and sits in the kitchen and waits until she hears Artie, or James and I get up and start to come into the kitchen.
- She doesn't like crowds but she smiles just the same at Church.
- Artie tries so hard to be something important to everyone because he's afraid we're going to forget he's more than the kid in the wheelchair.
- Artie talks in his sleep. Sometimes he asks for his parents. Or he did when he was little, less now.
- James doesn't even want to try to come to AWM because he doesn't think we could find out a way to pay for him to get here.
- Kissing Bailey makes me feel good like those pretty words in the poems she reads to me.
- Did I pick Art History because it was a way I could rebel while still knowing my parents would give in. I keep saying that if I could I would be an Artist but is that true?
- How to kiss or hold Bailey's hand in public without the odd sensation at the back of my neck that makes me think someone is watching.
- How Quinn and my parents and everyone will react. If I can even be okay with myself enough to be able to tell them. If I'm strong enough to loose the people I'm going to.
- What I want to do after AWM.