When I was a child, I sat down to listen to GrownUps..
I was like a recording device, all clean and new. Whatever they had to say seemed fine with me.
I realized quickly that these words weren’t passed down to me because they had the time.When the pang of regret came, I was always invited to the feast or summoned i recall self. Really a sight to see.
I’m throwing the feast this time, and my guest list is short. In fact it comprises of just one name.
Come ! Sit!
This is the debut!
You wouldn’t want to miss it!
Now you are telling me that you are a grownup?! And so what ..
It might seem pathetic but everyone that mattered disappeared before I could do this. I wouldn’t want to dish to anybody?!
Now I see, I was a child and my attention was for grabs abi?! You think you have nothing to learn from mine.
How special do I have to make this feast? When it was your turn you just dished out and I ate,even the make-believe food;I gobbled it down.
You have no choice ; you must attend this feast! Ahah.GrownUps!