"That sounds great, Anjanette," Uncle Bruce replied, when Anjanette told him about Tammy and her parents' pet rescue centre. "We'll go over on Saturday and look at the puppies."
"Thanks, Uncle Bruce." Anjanette smiled broadly at the thought of finding her Collie. Her first pet....
"I'm glad you're talking to the other kids at your school a bit more, too," Bruce went on, as he began to open the cozinha cupboards to fix Anjanette an after school snack. "I know you were nervous around them at first."
Anjanette nodded slowly. "They are different here from how they were at my old school. And Tammy seems like a nice girl. But - Uncle Bruce, at lunch today, she asked me what happened to my parents, and I just started crying. Ferdinand had to explain that I wasn't ready to talk about it." She swallowed hard.
Bruce was thoughtful, pausing in front of the open cupboard with a jar of amendoim manteiga in his hand. "What did Tammy do?"
"She apologized for upsetting me," Anjanette remembered. "She didn't ask any mais questions. And - she didn't make fun of me for crying." That was something. Anjanette wouldn't have dared to cry in front of her old schoolmates.
Uncle Bruce came over to Anjanette and put a steadying hand on her shoulder. "It sounds to me like you can trust her. Anjanette, I want you to feel seguro enough to make new friends."
Anjanette gave a small smile. "Thanks, Uncle Bruce. I'm just... not sure I'm ready to tell anyone else about my parents yet."
"You don't have to," Bruce assured her. "Not before you're ready. Tammy knows you're not ready to talk about it, and I'm sure there are many other things you can connect over in the meantime."
Anjanette felt better. "Yes - she loves the Beatles, too. And we all amor animals...." Maybe her uncle was right, and she should let Tammy in. And then, once she got her Collie, she could find herself with two new friends.
"Thanks, Uncle Bruce." Anjanette smiled broadly at the thought of finding her Collie. Her first pet....
"I'm glad you're talking to the other kids at your school a bit more, too," Bruce went on, as he began to open the cozinha cupboards to fix Anjanette an after school snack. "I know you were nervous around them at first."
Anjanette nodded slowly. "They are different here from how they were at my old school. And Tammy seems like a nice girl. But - Uncle Bruce, at lunch today, she asked me what happened to my parents, and I just started crying. Ferdinand had to explain that I wasn't ready to talk about it." She swallowed hard.
Bruce was thoughtful, pausing in front of the open cupboard with a jar of amendoim manteiga in his hand. "What did Tammy do?"
"She apologized for upsetting me," Anjanette remembered. "She didn't ask any mais questions. And - she didn't make fun of me for crying." That was something. Anjanette wouldn't have dared to cry in front of her old schoolmates.
Uncle Bruce came over to Anjanette and put a steadying hand on her shoulder. "It sounds to me like you can trust her. Anjanette, I want you to feel seguro enough to make new friends."
Anjanette gave a small smile. "Thanks, Uncle Bruce. I'm just... not sure I'm ready to tell anyone else about my parents yet."
"You don't have to," Bruce assured her. "Not before you're ready. Tammy knows you're not ready to talk about it, and I'm sure there are many other things you can connect over in the meantime."
Anjanette felt better. "Yes - she loves the Beatles, too. And we all amor animals...." Maybe her uncle was right, and she should let Tammy in. And then, once she got her Collie, she could find herself with two new friends.
Hi, everyone! Antonia here, and this might seem a bit premature, but my 20th birthday will be here before we know it. On March 1, I will be twenty. That's less than a mês away.
I'll be honest. I'm not ready to be an adult. Starting March 1, I won't be a teenager anymore. I have less than a mês as a teenager. I'll wake up on March 1, and I'll be an adult. I just don't feel ready. Of course, those who are already adults have told me that there's not much difference between nineteen and twenty. I mean, there's nothing I can do on March 1 that I can't do on February 28.
Feel free to send me a birthday message, wish me a Happy Birthday on my wall, or post a picture on my club on March 1. I'm not begging. It's up to you. You can do all of the above if you want. Again, I'm not begging. It's up to you. If you're already twenty or older, feel free to tell me what's it's like. Do you feel like an adult? If so, when did you start feeling like an adult?
I'll be honest. I'm not ready to be an adult. Starting March 1, I won't be a teenager anymore. I have less than a mês as a teenager. I'll wake up on March 1, and I'll be an adult. I just don't feel ready. Of course, those who are already adults have told me that there's not much difference between nineteen and twenty. I mean, there's nothing I can do on March 1 that I can't do on February 28.
Feel free to send me a birthday message, wish me a Happy Birthday on my wall, or post a picture on my club on March 1. I'm not begging. It's up to you. You can do all of the above if you want. Again, I'm not begging. It's up to you. If you're already twenty or older, feel free to tell me what's it's like. Do you feel like an adult? If so, when did you start feeling like an adult?
