Snapped

This is part of the series about my granny. Please feel free to go back and read the others, here, here, here  and here if you haven’t. This series will end on December 3.

When I was about five years old, I learned to snap my fingers. I had been practicing this intriguing feat for some time and apparently thought the universe would applaud with my success.

It was not only unimpressive to most anyone I allowed to see my talent, it was obviously irritating. Hmmmmm….

Well, that’s okay, my granny was coming home from a trip soon and she would be quite impressed with my newfound skill.

She was not.

We went to the airport to pick her up as you do when a loved one comes home. I have no idea where she had been or even how long she’d been gone. I do know that I missed her terribly. She was my heart. She was my hero. She was my biggest cheerleader.

Yet, here I was snapping away trying to tell her about what I’d mastered while she was away – and she was too busy talking to the grown-ups to understand the power my fingers now held within them.

I even recall her telling me to wait a minute. Gulp! Wait for her undivided attention? Where had that plane taken her and what had they done with my real granny while she was there?

I was sullen and perplexed. However, I obeyed. I waited.

Finally, she was ready to know about my surprise! I was past ready, so I snapped liked nobody’s business. I was impressive and granny was appropriately in awe of her very talented granddaughter.

All was right with the world!

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