Prologue:
Books. The world revolves around books I think. Poetry, Sonnets- even those stupid little footnotes in your textbook that your baby brother spit up all over and then you had to pay to replace. Yeah. Even those . Because without the words we write- what would we remember? What would we be?
Well first off we’d be stupid. That’s what we’d be. My mom says I’m stupid for calling other people stupid- I just like to think I’m above the average level of stupid. Because we’re all stupid. And now I think I’ll stop saying stupid- because that in itself makes me seem illiterate….and stupid.
A long time ago, my mother used to read stories to me- but that was a really really long time ago. Like- back before Miley Cyrus twerked her first twerk-a-twerk. So, forever ago. One day she just stopped abruptly- never opening up another bedtime story or christmas book again. It was almost like she was afraid of something- though what? I never did find out. Mother always was a strange person (and she calls me weird- hah!). But that didn’t stop little old me from learning to read myself, now did it?
I’ve felt literature is perhaps a bit more than just old tales- but whenever I said that my superstitious mother would just call me silly, and then fuss over my baby brother, Charles, in a fidgety fashion. Is ‘Fidgety’ a word? Screw that, it is now. And every time I do that my mom just says ‘Sweetie, that isn’t a real word’, but I just shout my new word at the top of my lungs and parade around the house. Some have even made it into the dictionary. ‘Confuzzled’ is one I’m still waiting to catch on…….
And well- My mom almost had me believing I was wrong about, well, everything-
And then the knight wielding a battle axe shows up at our front door-
And, well, it’s pretty hard to dispute that. Isn’t it.
In your FAYCE MOM!