Friday Fictioneer – March 28, 2018 – photo by Fatima Fakier Deria
Going Against the Grain
Sitting under the tree sipping sweet tea, I began to strategize how I would tell them. Traditional southern bells are supposed to follow unwritten rules. Honesty is not on the list of rules. Soon mama and daddy will join me, unsuspectingly thinking it would be an average Saturday afternoon.
How do you tell your parents that you aren’t what they thought you were?
Mama and daddy sat down, sweet tea in hand. We make small talk as usual. The tension builds inside of me until I am about to burst.
Then without thinking I just blurted, “I am a democrat!”