Never mind the fact that I am 30ish; I will always be seen as my parents’ little girl until I am married. Which, apparently, my parents think is never going to happen.
My parents recently bought a condo, and furnished it for visits from the whole family. A bed big enough for my brother and his wife, bunk beds for the kids, space for my aunts and uncles, and me? I got my own room.
You know how it’s creepy to go back to your parents’ house after a decade of living away from home to find your childhood room preserved as your room? Imagine your parents preserving that space when they move into their new condo.
But I showed nothing but appreciation as I knew that their motivation was that they wanted me to always feel welcome. Then they proudly showed me the furniture they bought for my room. There was no bed.
To be specific, there was a big fluffy chair that, when you removed the bottom cushion, revealed a mattress that folded out into a single bed.
“And look at this!” my dad said. “The ottoman flips open, and that’s where you store the linens! Isn’t that neat?”
I know what happened. My parents were out shopping for a whole bunch of furniture, they saw this, they thought, “What a neat idea!” which was quickly followed by, “Would this fit any of our needs?”
But I stared at my new chair/bed and thought, “My parents think I’m going to be single forever.”
A little too slow with the positive reaction that was expected of me, my father asked, “So, do you like it? Here, did you see the ottoman? It’s where you keep the linens!”
No comments:
Post a Comment