Libby was on her way to the market to buy some groceries,her mother gave her a list of items she needed, Libby was walking along and singing her favorite song , “And he’ll be coming down the mountain with a banjo on his knee.”
Suddenly she heard someone calling, she looked around,lo and behold it was her best friend Felicity, running to catch up with her, Libby stopped to see why her friend was so desperate to talk to her.
Felicity: I was trying to stop you Libby, I heard the stores were closed today,they’d be open tomorrow.”
“I do not believe you Felicity, I’d have to find out myself, there is no reason for the stores to be closed, you go home, I’d see you after my shopping is done.
Felicity’s trick did not work, so she turned around and headed home, Libby continued walking,when she was close to the Supermarket she looked for her slip to check what was on it, but she couldn’t find it, she decided to go back home and get her mother to write another list, she found her mother waiting on the door step, when her mother noticed Libby with an empty bag, she completely lost it, it gave her a severe headache, it took three Tylenol pills to get better, she made up her mind never to send Libby for grocery shopping!!
My favorite tradition was baking a cake celebrating the birthdays. We had five birthdays to celebrate, each on a different month. Our menu was more or less the same.
I cooked rice, chicken, beef and a vegetable. The main attraction was the cake. I made sure we cut the cake after supper, or else the kids wouldn’t eat supper.
Then we all had gifts for the person whose birthday it was.
It’s not the same anymore now we are only two and it’s not as exciting as it was when there were five of us with some family friends.
When was the first time I really felt like a Grown Up.
This is one question I asked myself time and time again,but came up with no answer. I remember I had finished my education and started working in a school. You would think I should be grown up,I did too but my mom did not think so. How can that be, well I asked my mom one day if I could visit one of my friends, in reply she said yes but I must be back within the hour. Technically at that age I shouldn’t ask for permission,rather tell her I’m going to my friend’s house and will be back whenever.
I was twenty-two then. Now I really have to think hard and wonder when did I really consider myself grown up? I think when I left home and started teaching in a school outside my home town.
Thankfully I did start to feel I was grown up when I was my own boss,I did not have to take permission to go somewhere.
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