Monday, October 30, 2017

Sprinkles

Astrid was invited to this Halloween party yesterday in Beacon Hill. Eliot and I dropped her off, dressed as Luna Lovegood, and walked around Charles Street until it was time to pick her up. She said she had a good time and chatted the whole way to the T about what they did. She showed us the 60 pictures everyone had posted on Instagram. There was a video of the donut game, where you had to eat a donut hanging from a string without using your hands. Astrid was on the end of a row of 4 giggling girls, all trying to eat their donuts. Each donut was different –a chocolate donut, a chocolate-frosted donut, a donut with sprinkles, and a plain donut, which was Astrid’s. I said, “Is that a plain donut?” and she said, “Yeah, it’s okay” so I knew it wasn’t. What kind of fucking idiot would give a kid a plain donut? I wanted to punch that fucking Beacon Hill skinny rich blonde asshole mother right in her beautiful tanned face. It was a fucking party! Why were there plain donuts? And why was Astrid the one who ended up with it? Why is she so shy? Why does she think it’s okay that she’s the one who gets the plain donut? She’s the sweetest, kindest, most loving person I’ve ever known and she should have chocolate donuts with frosting and sprinkles – and friends who make sure she gets them – and the courage to ask for what she wants in life, not accept whatever second-rate crap some thoughtless asshole hands her.

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