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“You can’t just come down here every day.”
He was at a loss to know what to say or do. She was not even his child. He had come along when she was eight and already a handful. She was obsessed with fame, with being famous, with making it into television. Every morning she would leave home with her school pack slung over her shoulder, dressed in the blue-checked uniform that so disgusted her. And sure as eggs, every morning the call would come informing them that she had not arrived.
“But why would they pick you, love?”
She knew it was her destiny, if only she believed. That is what the palm reader down at the markets had told her. Everything would then transform: the puppy fat would dissolve, the stoop would straighten, the stutter would correct.
“It is my destiny”, she whispered, staring at the line of ants.
4 comments:
I just wanted to pop in to tell you how much I love reading your blog! Thanks for this, it's a great little break in my day!
I love the mirrored body language in the photo. They're obviously close.
Another terrific story. Most insightful.
You've homed in nicely on the "cult of celebrity" that has enamoured so many of our youth and told it with a story and another beautiful photo.
This blog is really top quality stuff. A daily delight.
great shot and apt story, easily quite true.
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