Reality

When I was a little girl, I used to play house with my younger siblings . . . dress up in new (*ahem* ridiculous) outfits, set up plastic playhouse and red cardboard bricks to outline kitchen, living room, and bedroom, cook meals with plastic food, write letters to family "back home", work hard at various seamstress and laundry jobs, and wish I were "grown up" already.

In seventy days, I will be grown up . . . a new bride, with the keys to our first home and real bricks and walls and rooms.

Right now, I feel like that little girl.

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