wendy// m.c

blurb;

same day. going through the motions it was fairly boring I guess you could say. nothing interesting ever happened. grandmother always going to the hospitals for various reasons. although she was my grandmother and I should feel remotely sad for her illnesses I wasn't. just like I was supposed to feel something for everything. I got so used to grandmother always going to the hospitals that I remotely broke the importance out of my brain. there was always something missing from my life and I knew there was. when I was little I had these thoughts and I always though a new dress would fix it or maybe even a new toy. as I would gradually get older I would understand more. there was obviously something more.

there had to be.

life wasn't always what it seems.

it's not the ballgowns and tea parties.

it was about adventure. mother wouldn't mind me having adventures, father always got mad. he thought it was preposterous to have these such urges for new things.

'curiosity killed the kitten' he would say

but part of me wonders

maybe the adventure was worth the cats death .