Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.
~ George R.R. Martin, A
Game of Thrones: A Song of Ice and Fire
In September, I’m participating in the
Sapphire Even Day Blogging Challenge and
the Two Pages-A-Day Writing Challenge.
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on’t look outside.”
Think that’s going to
deter a teenager? It didn’t stop me from pressing my face against the
glass. But just-turned-sweet-sixteen
year old me didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. So I shrugged, rolled my eyes and went back to
reading whatever classic or new fantasy book I had discovered.
The my mother came
into my room and told me that I shouldn’t go downstairs either. I raised an eyebrow and frowned. “What is going on?”
She giggled and
clapped a hand over her mouth. My
eyebrow went impossibly higher.
“Nothing. Just don’t go downstairs until I tell you.”
Then she made the
mistake of looking out the window. So of
course, I stood up and looked out too.
And saw a big white truck driving through our front yard.
Weird.
But I had no clue why
a) a big white truck would be driving through our front yard (seriously, dudes,
what’s wrong with the driveway?!) and b) what could possibly be in the big
white truck that my mother wouldn’t want me to see.
“Okaaaay. Whatever.
I was reading anyway.”
She giggled again and
went back downstairs. I lost myself in
my book for another few minutes, but when I heard males voices and a weird
bonging sound (no, not that type of
bong!), I left my book spread-eagled on my bed and like any normal teenager,
disobeyed my mother.
Reality didn’t hit
until I was almost to the bottom of the stairs.
The front door and the screen door were as wide open as they would go
and three husky guys were straining to move a very large, very shiny black something
into the living room. It was wrapped in
heavy moving blankets. And the bonging
sound had come when they bumped over the threshold.
Only one thing makes
that sound. And only one thing has that
shape ~ a shape that couldn’t be completely disguised by the blankets.
“Oh my God. What is that?!”
Dad was grinning like
a kid with a new bike and my mother was joking with the moving guys. My sisters were also in on the big secret and
were jumping up and down and squealing like crazy younger siblings do.
“So where do you want
us to set it up?”
I looked at my parents, a huge grin on my still surprised face. “Over in the bay window,
please.”
It only took them a matter
of minutes ~ minutes that turned into one of those moments where time seems to
slow to a crawl, voices become muffled, and you see everything through a haze
of starlight and sparkles. At least that’s
how it seemed to me. How in the world
had they managed to buy it without my knowing?
We had all gone to the store together, I had tried out a couple of
models. They never talked longer with
the sales guy, no sitting down, filling out papers, money exchanging hands.
They had managed to completely
surprise me. Some kids get a car on their sixteenth birthday. But I wasn't interested in cars.
So my parents gave me one of my dreams instead:
Image Credit: Pinterest
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She’s no Steinway, but she sounds just as beautiful as she did on my sixteenth birthday.
Oremus pro invicem,
~ Mikaela
Today’s
Sapphire prompt was to share a favorite birthday memory.
What is yours?
2 comments:
A baby grand?!?! Woooooow! Now that's an awesome birthday present! I can imagine your family giggling with excitement, knowing just how surprised you would be. That's the best part of gift-giving, watching the reaction on one's face - especially when you KNOW it's a gift that they're going to love.
OHHHH! That's such a great story. I was right in the moment there with you. Awesome gift for your sweet sixteen. Thank you for linking up and sharing.
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