if you was my baby i'd kiss and hug you real tight
I subbed for Todd's Kindergarten class yesterday while he took a day to recoup from my move on Sunday (ha! I got to recoup today so it was all good). Anyway, I love any day that starts with kids cheering my name and dancing around with their arms in the air. That classroom is my #1 fanclub for sure.
The day ended with little Charlie pointing at me and saying, "Why you got big those?" Charlie's parents aren't fluent in English and he has trouble speaking in a way I can understand. I said, "What?" looking at the books I was carrying, then the sequins on my sweater as he kept saying it and pointing. Finally, I had moved close enough to him for him to place his hand on what he was referring to: my breast. "Why you got big those?"
I told him it was for the same reason he had black hair. "Because I'm Korean?" Haha. "No, because you're you."
When I arrived home, I listened to a voicemail from my mother--her first attempt to contact me in 6 weeks--never asking me how I was or how I spent Xmas--asking me why there were charges from me on their credit card and demanding an explanation. I had to fight the urge to call her back and say hateful things. I'm hurt and subsequently angry. It's like in high school when I got into my first car accident and I called her from a house nearby in tears. Her first words were, "Oh my god how much is that going to cost us?" Can you feel the love? Some people should never be parents.
The day ended with little Charlie pointing at me and saying, "Why you got big those?" Charlie's parents aren't fluent in English and he has trouble speaking in a way I can understand. I said, "What?" looking at the books I was carrying, then the sequins on my sweater as he kept saying it and pointing. Finally, I had moved close enough to him for him to place his hand on what he was referring to: my breast. "Why you got big those?"
I told him it was for the same reason he had black hair. "Because I'm Korean?" Haha. "No, because you're you."
When I arrived home, I listened to a voicemail from my mother--her first attempt to contact me in 6 weeks--never asking me how I was or how I spent Xmas--asking me why there were charges from me on their credit card and demanding an explanation. I had to fight the urge to call her back and say hateful things. I'm hurt and subsequently angry. It's like in high school when I got into my first car accident and I called her from a house nearby in tears. Her first words were, "Oh my god how much is that going to cost us?" Can you feel the love? Some people should never be parents.