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Sneaky Parents

I like to think that I'm a perceptive person. That I know when people are hiding things from me. Well, I no longer think that. Because, my parents have been fooling me for an entire month. See, when they told me that my grandma was visiting just a week after they were going to visit her, I didn't think twice about it. Sounded fine to me. When I noticed they were more anxious, I just figured they were anxious. When they told me I needed to make time to hang out this weekend, I figured it was because my grandma would be there. 

Nope.

Turns out, my grandma was coming because my dad has been called to be the Bishop. When they told me, I literally sat there in shock holding my face. Then I wanted to immediately tell Sammy, which I couldn't because they wanted to tell him in person. Waiting four hours to talk to him about it was pretty hard, but I did it. Sammy's reaction was pretty great. He jumped backwards and went huh! Like Ben Wyatt in Parks and Rec. 

I was pretty upset when I found out my dad had to shave his goatee. He's had it for at least twenty-one years, which is the majority of my life. It make him feel a little rebellious, especially when he had it so long he could almost braid it. Now that it was leaving, I was scared that my dad was going to change and not be the same, and I wouldn't get to have my dad as much anymore. Which I felt silly about because I don't even live with my parents anymore. I only see them once a week if that, but still. I love my time talking with my dad. But then I worry about my parents and their possible implosions from stress, and felt like this would be the tipping point and now the world is going to end and why is there a new itchy spot on my side?

 I reacted like any normal person would. I got obsessed and loud and dramatic and emotional. People should not drop news on other people when they are already emotionally unstable from the influx of hormones called PMS.

But anyways. My dad was called to be a Bishop. I know that he was called of God to do this. I'm so glad that I got to be there to witness it with my whole family, and that I have such an amazing man as my dad. I know he's going to do great things. And I'm so glad that I was able to see my grandma :) 


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