'P'rhaps. What do you think Ursula Monkton is scared of?'
'Dunno. What do you think she's scared of anything? She's a grown-up, isn't she? Grown-ups and monsters aren't scared of things.'
'Oh, monsters are scared,' said Lettie. 'And as for grown-ups…' She stopped talking, rubbed her freckled nose with a finger. Then, 'I'm going to tell you something important. Grown-ups don't look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they're big and thoughtless and they always know what they're doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age. The truth is, there aren't any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world.' She thought for a moment. Then she smiled. 'Except for Granny, of course.'
So even if I'm turning 27 today, I'm not really growing-up. Maybe thats why I feel so not-grown-up and adult yet. There are not grown-ups, we are all pretending. And I guess it's all right.
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| Pic comes from here (thanks!) |
Happy birthday to me.
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