Twenty Four is burrowing herself into my thoughts. I know i have been waiting for the confirmation that I am, in fact, chronologically an adult. I can “do whatever I want now”.

Here she is. Beautiful, preening and somehow, familiar. Somehow like a voice I could recognise but could not place. Trying to catch the words of a far away echo. 

Hello, Twenty Four. I meet you after the day you were born. I know you don’t feel like an adult either but we can play our part together on stage for society to see. After the show, we can share the snacks and drinks and head home to rest. Giggle under the covers about how funny that guy was or how strange it all seems when we are out in the world. I look forward to caring for you on those tough days when things don’t go according to the script. I will nurse you back as you would have for me. 

Hello Twenty Four. We begin this together. 


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