Now is probably not the time to tell her that I was born in 1995. I mean, she may get that time is weird here, of course, but knowing that theoretically is one thing and being served pie by someone eight years younger than your youngest son is quite another. Or at least I assume so. I know I'd find it strange.
Regardless of what year she's from, she's clearly not afraid of technology, or learning more about it. I nod when she asks about there being a YouTube equivalent and silently hope she doesn't somehow stumble onto my channel while she's looking. I know it's a very, very small chance of it, but there's still a chance all the same and my would that be embarrassing. It could be worse, of course. It's not as though I'm vulgar on there or anything, but it's... well, they're all pretty personal entries.
Luckily, I'm not given too much time to fret as she keeps talking about her boys. It's hard not to smile then if only because I've already learned something new. It falters just a bit at the end and I shake my head. "Oh, no I don't blame you. If I had my choice, I'd just go home instead of wanting anyone to show up here. It's even-- I mean, Jack. My friend? I actually felt terrible when he first showed up here. I still do sometimes, not because I don't like being able to see him so much, but just 'cause this place isn't good for him at all. He's a really amazing hockey player actually. Professional level, been working for it his whole life, training for it. And, well. There's not much he can do with that here, you know? It's been so hard to watch him lose that dream."
And I can't imagine how much harder it is for him, of course. It's a wonder he's doing as well as he is.
"Though I bet you wouldn't sad if they showed up, would you? It's one thing to not ask for it but another to enjoy if it does happen. This may seem strange or even a little presumptuous, but I'd love to meet any member of your family. I bet they're all amazing, especially your kids."
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Date: 2016-08-30 02:28 am (UTC)Regardless of what year she's from, she's clearly not afraid of technology, or learning more about it. I nod when she asks about there being a YouTube equivalent and silently hope she doesn't somehow stumble onto my channel while she's looking. I know it's a very, very small chance of it, but there's still a chance all the same and my would that be embarrassing. It could be worse, of course. It's not as though I'm vulgar on there or anything, but it's... well, they're all pretty personal entries.
Luckily, I'm not given too much time to fret as she keeps talking about her boys. It's hard not to smile then if only because I've already learned something new. It falters just a bit at the end and I shake my head. "Oh, no I don't blame you. If I had my choice, I'd just go home instead of wanting anyone to show up here. It's even-- I mean, Jack. My friend? I actually felt terrible when he first showed up here. I still do sometimes, not because I don't like being able to see him so much, but just 'cause this place isn't good for him at all. He's a really amazing hockey player actually. Professional level, been working for it his whole life, training for it. And, well. There's not much he can do with that here, you know? It's been so hard to watch him lose that dream."
And I can't imagine how much harder it is for him, of course. It's a wonder he's doing as well as he is.
"Though I bet you wouldn't sad if they showed up, would you? It's one thing to not ask for it but another to enjoy if it does happen. This may seem strange or even a little presumptuous, but I'd love to meet any member of your family. I bet they're all amazing, especially your kids."