Special

I’ve never really gotten much attention at home. No one ever singled me out from the group I grew up in. I was just one in a line.

But when I got into my dream school, my grandmother said something beautiful to me. It was a summer evening gathering held in honor of her anniversary year. I was wearing a lovely light blue dress. When she heard I got into the school, she hugged me and said, “I knew you’d get in, because you inherited your mother’s beauty and your father’s intelligence.” She said it made her happy to see that goodness shows in me.

She didn’t actually say that. It was just something I imagined. Something I smile at. I’m not there yet.