My Dad never needed any other reason apart from dry weather to host a Barbecue party. And even that ‘rule’ had it’s exemptions, such as drizzle. Barbecuing in the rain was not a party stopper for this one. And so it was, on a drizzly Friday, that i arrived at my fathers house to another well hosted barbecue party in the rain. Yes, i was still in a lot of pain, and the last thing i needed was to be the only teenager in a house full of middle-aged, semi-married people, slapping back multiple glasses of Jack Daniels at 4PM without shame. But i didn’t want to be a killjoy. So i put on a smile, lifted my chin up and walked in.
30 minutes later
HELP! The pain!
As i ran towards the bathroom, with tears about to roll down my face, i saw my life flashing by before my eyes. My pants felt wet, probably because i was sweating. I decided to change clothes in the bathroom. And that’s when i saw it. It was everywhere! I had never seen so much of it. Why was it so thick though? Wait, i’m drifting off, i need to call for help, i’m probably dying. I had ignored the symptoms, and now it was too late.What a way to die, bleeding to death in a bathroom. I needed help right now, but who can i call to the bathroom a midst all the madness going on in this house?
Wait. My Dad’s girlfriend was around. I thought about it for a minute, then decided i was wasting valuable time. I called my Dad’s girlfriend and frantically began explaining my symptoms and showing her the obvious situation down there. My last minutes were slipping away and there was nothing i could do about it. Then, She laughed. She laughed so hard i had to keep her from falling on the floor laughing. “Did your mom not tell you this day would come?”. Still in shock of the revelation that this woman is ready to let me die this way, i asked her what in the world she was talking about…
15 minutes later
As i sat on the bed in my fathers room, embarrassed and still very confused, i heard somebody run up the stairs. Now he was calling out my name. It was my Dad, and he was ecstatic! He grabbed me, and held me so tight that i was sure i could still die that day. “My little girl, my little girl. You are a woman now! I’m so proud of you”.
Great. She told him too. Really?
If all this is only the beginning of womanhood, then i wasn’t sure if i wanted to be a woman anymore…
This post is part of my ‘Daily Shorts’. These short stories are based on my own life experiences. Really, just having some fun with it.