We were driving in the car, and thinking out loud by Ed Sheeran came on. My sister’s mood visibly shifted. She placed her head in her hand, and told my dad, “I still can’t listen to this song,” like it’s something he should know, and I, not knowing the obviously devastating story, asked her why. As my dad changes the song, she sighs, “it was the first song I heard after I sprained my leg,” and I’m laughing because the first line of the song is “when your legs don’t work like they used to before,” and she took it personally. Like I just imagine her hobbling around on her crutches, tears streaming down her face, hearing that line of the song, and screaming, “YEAH ALRIGHT, ED. WE GET IT. WHO I WAS BEFORE WILL NEVER EXIST AGAIN. THANKS FOR THE REMINDER ED” And it was only a sprain that happened two years ago.
Masquerade, paper faces on parade! Masquerade, hide your face so the world will never find you!
ah, the poor prince, his identity revealed….. he couldn’t bare the embarrassment….. “He must hate me now,” he thought, unaware of the “mistress” chibita’s true feelings, and unwilling to learn of them, afraid of what might happen.