Disillusionment - Matthew Daddario

E i g h t

Dear Matthew,

I have a story, well a plot.

Tell me if it sounds familiar. As I describe it, I want you to picture it. If you can, tell me why it sounds so, real.

There's a girl; she's about six, it's almost her birthday and she thinks everyone's forgotten it.

The girl sits outside on her little pink stool in the sunshine, behind her white picnic table surrounded by glasses and a pitcher of lemonade.

A little cardboard signs tells people she selling glasses of the homemade drink for just a dollar.

She thinks that the only way to buy her stuffed bunny she had wanted for her birthday would be to make and sell drinks for the public.

Because everyone seems to have forgotten her seventh birthday of course.

But nobody stopped at her pretty stall; until a boy did that evening after she'd been sat there for hours.

You brought all the lemonade from my lemonade stand when nobody else would, even though it was awful. You even drank it, smiled and said it was lovely.

It made my whole day Matthew.

Even though nobody had forgotten my birthday and I had an amazing party; it was the best day of the week when you stopped by.

Thanks for my bunny by the way. It was my favourite present if you didn't already know.

I burned it if you were wondering.

Because I hate you.

From Ivy.