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Jul. 2nd, 2015 08:06 pmRandom happy memory:
Once, in a needlework class at secondary school, I overheard the girls at the next table, gossiping about a Korean girl who wasn't in the room. She was in our year, but she'd only just started at our school, so they didn't know her very well. One particular thing they didn't know was that she was my cousin.
"Did you see that new [redacted] girl?" one said.
"Yeah," said the other. "Looks like a sumo wrestler."
It was a beautifully satisfying moment when I turned round and said, "Is that my cousin you're talking about?"
They spluttered for a few moments, then said, "But she can't be your cousin!"
"Look, I ought to know who my own cousins are."
"But, but...," they said. "Are you adopted?"
I hope it was a teachable moment for them in more ways than one.
Once, in a needlework class at secondary school, I overheard the girls at the next table, gossiping about a Korean girl who wasn't in the room. She was in our year, but she'd only just started at our school, so they didn't know her very well. One particular thing they didn't know was that she was my cousin.
"Did you see that new [redacted] girl?" one said.
"Yeah," said the other. "Looks like a sumo wrestler."
It was a beautifully satisfying moment when I turned round and said, "Is that my cousin you're talking about?"
They spluttered for a few moments, then said, "But she can't be your cousin!"
"Look, I ought to know who my own cousins are."
"But, but...," they said. "Are you adopted?"
I hope it was a teachable moment for them in more ways than one.
