Something She Never Said Out Loud

Really? Do you really think she was amazing? Tell me about that. Tell me what it is about her exactly, that makes her amazing — at least, from your perspective. I really want to know. Was it because she spent every weekend at the hospital in the cancer ward reading books to sick people? Was it her tireless work rescuing and caring for sick and injured animals? Or maybe it was all those summers she spent in third world countries building schools and shelters for orphaned children. Or how she gave every gift she ever received to the needy. Probably it was because she graduated valedictorian of her class and got academic and sports scholarships to every top school in the country and was overwhelmingly adored by all of her classmates. Or because she graduated at the top of her class from Harvard Medical School and then devoted her life to caring for AIDS patients in Africa with her funny, charming, gorgeous doctor husband. No? Not any of those things? Oh that’s right! She didn’t do any of those things. She was just a kid. And let’s be honest, kids are not exactly what I would call ‘amazing.’ What is it, then, that made her so amazing? Hey… maybe the reason your bratty daughter and her bratty friends picked on my daughter is because they knew how amazing she was and couldn’t bear to live in her shadow. Could that be it? Is that how you know that she was amazing? Your daughter told you? Speaking of, I see your daughter didn’t have the guts to show her face here. My daughter was not fucking amazing. She didn’t have time to be amazing. She was 6. Don’t tell me she was amazing. You know nothing about her. You have no idea how amazing she was.