Boring

Hectic. First I had to give Rachel and Freddie a ride from the convent to the hospital. Then I had to pick Paolo up from the storage house where he's doing an inventory of our furniture. When I finally got home, Sockie and Chesca were playing full force. Barbie dolls (mine), GI Joes, LEGO, RC cars. What a mess.

Sockie and Chesca are 4 years old which means I am 10 and too young to drive, too young to do furniture inventory, too young to be married, too young for this life.

At that moment Sockie trips, falls, hits his head and starts to bleed. I pick up my little brother, and take him inside to be bandaged. But just before I let him go and give him to Mama I whisper to him, partly to terrorize him, partly because I have no one else to tell, "I've seen the future, you know."

"What's it like?"

"Boring."

And he starts to cry, brat that he is, and tells Mama I am scaring him, and that I called the future "boring."