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Dec 28, 2019 16:02:18 GMT -5
Post by fireflyz on Dec 28, 2019 16:02:18 GMT -5
I wish I was a millipede. It would be cool to have so many legs and to be able to wiggle myself into tiny places with no real effort. I found a bunch of them outside once and corraled them into the house, but my family wasn't very happy about that. Bee's 17 but she screamed like a baby. And I'm supposed to be the baby of the house.
Anyway, it would be so much easier if I were a millipede. Then I wouldn't have to worry about being responsible or anything like that. I don't really have much to do - my family spoils me enough - but they also tell me to stop doing certain things because they're immature or unhelpful. Especially when I get involved with anything that the twins are doing. If I don't have to be responsible, then I don't have to feel bad when I'm not. Easy!
Papa calls me his brave little fox. He always tries to mess up my hair, too. I beam at the compliment. I like to feel brave. I love to venture outside at all times of day, sometimes with Wolf, sometimes with the kids from school. Things may be hard here, but I can still make my own fun. Whenever I'm having a good time or I'm just admiring all the cool stuff I've picked up over the years - beetle shells, cool-looking rocks, the occasional bone - it reminds me of just how good life can be. I don't need to have a bunch of fancy things to be happy. I just need what I've already got right here, and the things that I can easily pick up with my bare hands.
And if someone else finds my way of being happy strange or sad (which a lot of people do, usually older people), then that sucks. Finders keepers, as in I get to keep what makes me happy and they get to keep their opinions to themselves. It sounds mean, and it does feel sort of mean to say that, but that's what Swift taught me. Never let anyone dull your shine. So I won't.
I just have to be brave enough to keep shining.
