Back at the Kid's Table

As a kid, I remember wanting desperately to be an adult already. I wanted a say in important conversations. I wanted to understand all the big words being said and make remarks that garnered a laugh on purpose, instead of on accident. Once I grew up, it took mere seconds to forget about that feeling—feeling so small. I thought it was a mountain you only had to conquer once in your life.

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Day 174 - Next of Kin

There's little things you don't know you care about until they're gone; things like the Fourth of July. It's not my favorite holiday. It's probably not even in my top three. But as it rolled up on me here in the UK, I realized there would be no fireworks. No Mom's macaroni salad. No Dad on the barbecue. It would be just another day to everyone else. And it would have to be just another day for me, too.

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Days 2 & 3 - Crumpets at Dawn

Day 2 started at 3:30 AM, when I could not convince myself to go back to sleep. It was pitch black outside. I could see a few city lights sprinkled out in the distance from my bedroom window. With all the time in the world, I trudged downstairs. I made myself a crumpet with peanut butter and jelly. Sacrelig, I think.

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