bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
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SUCH SADNESS

November 17th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Here’s a horribly sad thought: remember when you were little, or medium little, or even a teenager, some older than you adult person, be it a stranger or aunt or friend of your parent’s, would say to you: I KNEW YOU WHEN YOU WERE A BABY! I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU SINCE YOU WERE THIS BIG! I HELD YOU IN MY ARMS! I MADE YOU A SANDWICH! I TOOK YOU TO PEE! And you were creeped out and apathetic,  and could not have been even remotely less interested in this insight into your past, pre-memory, or even remotely less interested in this adult person, and so left them ASAP to find the other kids, eyes clouded by pixie sticks dust and ears stuffed with your own narcissism?

SOMEDAY YOU WILL BE THAT PERSON TO ALL OF YOUR FRIEND’S CHILDREN, TO YOUR NIECES AND NEPHEWS, AND POTENTIALLY TO EVEN YOUR OWN CHILDREN.

SADNESS.

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