Last weekend I went home to Boulder to be with “the girls” for my mom’s b-day. My timing was a bit off because everyone in the house was sick as a dog or slowly recovering. So far I have not had any symptoms, but now that I say that I will probably come down with something within minutes of writing this. The saddest thing was seeing my little niece look like such a weak noodle. The moment we got there she barely had energy to smile, but with a little coaxing and some silly acting on my part she was laughing in no time. Amelia went from this:
To this:
And my mom was her usual:
Author: Ali Carras
At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change.
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