I was visiting my family in minnesota, staying at my Aunt’s house a few weeks before my birthday. I was watching cartoons with her and significantly older-than-me cousin in their shared bedroom. I can faintly remember the room, Table in one corner, and two separate beds in the other. An ancient boxed tv sat at the foot of their beds, with the VHS tape built in. We all joked around, hitting each other with pillows during previews and drinking soda past 10 pm. Though the age difference between my cousin and I was a difference of about 20 years, our bond prevailed. After the VHS tape of Rugrats was over and the credits played, my aunt seemed to have noticed my concentrated stare on the strange mechanical peacock she had on her night stand. The
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Many would wonder how an 8 year old manages to keep any toy in such condition, and though I wish I could say that I took care of my personal things, I had just received this toy a week ago for my birthday. Everything from that day is connected as a blur, but the strong smell of coffee and cigarettes stood out boldly. The phone rang and without hesitation, and my mother snatched it and tears began rolling down her face, uncontrollable.
My mother never did explain to my 8 year-old self what happened at that kitchen table, or what was said on the cordless phone.. She never disclosed why I stayed at my other cousin’s house, here in Illinois, While her and my father left for Minnesota on september 10th, just a week after my birthday. It wouldn’t be until years later, until I would find out why we couldn't go back on our yearly visit to see my Aunt, my Cousin and my grandfather.
Fast forward 10 years, and I sit with that peacock engraved in my fair toned skin. The mechanical bird has sat for a decade, untouched and collecting dust in my bedroom.While it remains constant in location, the bird in my skin stays with me forever, and follows me wherever I go. It also serves a deeper purpose of wherever I go, my family is there with
Many would wonder how an 8 year old manages to keep any toy in such condition, and though I wish I could say that I took care of my personal things, I had just received this toy a week ago for my birthday. Everything from that day is connected as a blur, but the strong smell of coffee and cigarettes stood out boldly. The phone rang and without hesitation, and my mother snatched it and tears began rolling down her face, uncontrollable.
My mother never did explain to my 8 year-old self what happened at that kitchen table, or what was said on the cordless phone.. She never disclosed why I stayed at my other cousin’s house, here in Illinois, While her and my father left for Minnesota on september 10th, just a week after my birthday. It wouldn’t be until years later, until I would find out why we couldn't go back on our yearly visit to see my Aunt, my Cousin and my grandfather.
Fast forward 10 years, and I sit with that peacock engraved in my fair toned skin. The mechanical bird has sat for a decade, untouched and collecting dust in my bedroom.While it remains constant in location, the bird in my skin stays with me forever, and follows me wherever I go. It also serves a deeper purpose of wherever I go, my family is there with