"So what movie stars have you met?"
What movie stars have I met? That was the third question out of a new little friend visiting from around the corner. They are part of a pack of kids that runs wild after school on the street perpindicular to ours'. On our street they run all day as many do not go to school. This particular "gang of gals" are sweeter than sweet and well educated. They have been coming to bring me flowers, practice their English and look at my baby who is "sew sweeet."
Today as they played with Duplex making an Eiffel Tower (they were amazed I had seen it raising my cool status considerably), they asked me where exactly I was from, who was famous from my city and had I met any movie stars in my city. I wondered if meeting the governor counted. I had to confess that no, I had never met any famous movie star in my city.
I tried to redeem my quickly falling status by sharing how my sister had met Hugh Grant in the London Airport. Their knowing smiles, oohs and aaahs clued me into the fact they had no idea who I was talking about. They didn't know, they didn't care just to them I was so foreign and "sew cute" that of course I must run with the "famous" crowd. I had to smile as I later looked at my hot, red sweaty face, and kameez covered in Abe's lunch, snack and snot. Of course, I run with the famous crowd, just look at me!
What movie stars have I met? That was the third question out of a new little friend visiting from around the corner. They are part of a pack of kids that runs wild after school on the street perpindicular to ours'. On our street they run all day as many do not go to school. This particular "gang of gals" are sweeter than sweet and well educated. They have been coming to bring me flowers, practice their English and look at my baby who is "sew sweeet."
Today as they played with Duplex making an Eiffel Tower (they were amazed I had seen it raising my cool status considerably), they asked me where exactly I was from, who was famous from my city and had I met any movie stars in my city. I wondered if meeting the governor counted. I had to confess that no, I had never met any famous movie star in my city.
I tried to redeem my quickly falling status by sharing how my sister had met Hugh Grant in the London Airport. Their knowing smiles, oohs and aaahs clued me into the fact they had no idea who I was talking about. They didn't know, they didn't care just to them I was so foreign and "sew cute" that of course I must run with the "famous" crowd. I had to smile as I later looked at my hot, red sweaty face, and kameez covered in Abe's lunch, snack and snot. Of course, I run with the famous crowd, just look at me!
I'm reading all your posts! I love this one too! You're a writer!! xoxo
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