Dear you,
We all know that the 90’s were great for teenage girls. After bands like ACDC and the Smiths became old grandma’s there was some kind of turn around that made the music industry in one word… Christian. But this story is not all about music. This story is about me… almost. This part of the story isn’t, it’s about how I got here, or more precisely by whom.
It was Paris, 1995. Walking towards the front door was a lady dressed in black, she wasn’t a show off and did not feel like it was necessary to wear a skirt everyday that would just blow up in the air when it was windy… no. She was French. But even though she wasn’t wearing a skirt, she looked flawless from head to toe… which wasn’t hard to do if your mother was born to be a model, but yes, flawless. She wore black jeans, a black top from Agnes B and a black leather jacket with golden buttons. And of course a jade necklace that stood out like Marilyn Monroe in her first movie between all that black. “Did you see the new Dutch guy?” that was the first thing her friend said when she walked in. She got interested right away, so she walked over to the computer room and there he was. She didn’t really understand what her friend meant with cute but she got the feeling that they had to meet. So, she walked over to the cute nerd behind the computer and started with hi. She soon found out that he was adorable, sweet and most of all taken by another woman in Holland. Which I think now is a bigger problem because it didn’t really bother her… she liked him and she thought he might like her to. The first date was cute and horrible at the same time. She took a man to a vegetarian restaurant, wait let me rewrite that, a French vegetarian restaurant… but after that they went over to Notre Dame and talked just talked. After he finished his work in Paris he went back to Holland only to break it up with his girlfriend… and then he promised her that they would have a happy live in Holland… my mom and dad were together, finally together.
I don’t really remember where I lived right after I was born, my parents say it’s like nirvana beautiful there. But all I really remember is the cold. Well you could figure that out… after all the name of the place was ice…den. When I was ten months we moved to a, I guess you could say bigger town. But it’s when I turned 4 or 5 that I really started to remember.
“Mrs. Apples?” I said with eyes big as bowling balls. “Yes?” she looked down, which made her even scarier and then put her hands on her hips. “What do you want Lucy?” she said. God she was scary, her blond short hair and her Dutch fake smile didn’t help her either. No wonder my mom doesn’t like her. “Jamie took my place…” I said while pointing in Jamie’s direction. He took my seat at the computer while I was playing the apple game, he knows that’s my game! “Tell him you don’t like it then.” She said and walked away. “Tom!” I shouted as I ran over to him. “Could you tell Jamie-“ Tom didn’t let me finish. “You can play with me?” he said. For me this was like opening a door to a parallel universe. Tom? Wanting to play with me? Until then I only played with Rose and some other girls… we would play in the backyard, dress up like a princess or sometimes even both, but only on special occasions… “Okay!” I said with a smile and the same bowling ball eyes from before. Tom and I stayed friends for a long time. We actually had a small kinder garden romance going on but that was only a way to play hide and seek more often. Jamie didn’t like me for that, I guess somewhere in his 5 year old little brain he blamed me for taking away his toy. But me a four-year-old kid did not seem to care at all, I had a boy… friend now and I was proud of it. and I never really guessed that he was going to be a problem…
My mother looked happy with her elegant smile, dancing around the kitchen like a little girl. She told me stories, sang songs, she even learned me how to be as crazy as she was. But while I was smiling from the inside she faked hers. My mom was rather miserable when we lived there, she didn’t have anyone to talk to and her boss was nothing but an architect asshole that met Brad Pitt. But the thing is, I don’t really know why she was upset, maybe she worked to much or maybe it was the fact that she had no one to talk to… I guess we’ll never really know. But I don’t want to end this first chapter with a sad story about my mom, and just so you don’t get worried, my mom is better than ever. Right now she’s bossing my little brother around in the kitchen, you will hear a lot more about him next time, but for now… let’s say he’s every bit annoying that I didn’t want and every lovely part that I did want. He’s just perfect that’s all I can say. My dad is making his way towards the table trying to clean up the mess my mother did while giving her a smooch, yes these people are the same beautiful woman and cute, adorable nerd they were before, and I hope they will be forever.
