Straight Talk from Straight Kids

Published 12:00 am Wednesday, February 9, 2000

L’Observateur / February 9, 2000

Nine years ago I had to have tubes put in my ears. I went to the hospital and had the surgery. All I can remember is that my dad kept reading the newspaper. I don’t remember seeing my mom, but my paw-paw assures me she and my mi-mi were there the whole time.

Well, this past week, my 5-year-old sister, Victoria, hurt her arm when she fell off of something. My parents took her to the emergency room, and it was later discovered she had broken her arm. She had to have surgery the next day and spent the night in the hospital.

Needless to say, you can imagine all of the attention she got. She received numerous candies, flowers, balloons, cookies, stuffed animals and other gifts. I was trying to remind everybody that I, too, was in the hospital at that age, but I did not receive that kind of attention. No one heard me, though; they were too busy treating Victoria like a World War II hero.

It didn’t help when my Aunt Kay told me that she didn’t even remember me getting tubes. My mom keeps telling me she was there the whole time, but I think she is lying so she won’t look bad.

I am not bitter about any of this.

All of this comes down to one thing I am talking about – disappointment. Everybody goes through it. Your parents and friends may disappoint you by speaking negatively to you or by doing things that you don’t think is right. But you will always have one person who will not disappoint you, and that is God.

Oh, by the way, I did get a bag of candy from my Aunt Monica this week. I guess she was feeling a little guilty.

If you have any questions or comments, contact me at orP.O. Box 1493, LaPlace, LA 70069.

GEOFFREY MICHEL, a local teen-ager, writes this column regularly for L’Observateur.

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