Once upon a time, a twenty-eight year old went to her cousin's wedding on a Friday evening. She rode with her parents, stayed in the hotel room with her parents and her little sister, and curled up in a blanket on the way home in the car the next morning because she didn't get in until the wee hours of the morning.
And at that moment, snug as a bug in the back of the vehicle with her sister next to her and her parents in the front visiting, she thought to herself, "I hope I don't ever become too old to let myself feel like a kid."
Then her dad took them all out for breakfast. When the tab came and the server asked, "Will this be all on one?" The twenty-eight year old girl said with confidence, "You can put the water on mine." Because it was only right for her when feeling like a child to in turn, act like a child.
And at that moment, snug as a bug in the back of the vehicle with her sister next to her and her parents in the front visiting, she thought to herself, "I hope I don't ever become too old to let myself feel like a kid."
Then her dad took them all out for breakfast. When the tab came and the server asked, "Will this be all on one?" The twenty-eight year old girl said with confidence, "You can put the water on mine." Because it was only right for her when feeling like a child to in turn, act like a child.
Before the breakfast and the car ride home and the tired, during those wee hours of the morning when nonsense was occurring at a rapid rate in the dance hall, one of the girl's cousins kindly borrowed her camera to take pictures. One of the pictures was of the twenty-eight year old. Obviously in the middle of what could only be imagined as an excellent story.
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