My little niece likes to touch my face. For some reason she’ll just put her wee little hands on my big cheeks and leave them there for a long long time. I don’t know if it is soothing to her, or if my face feels funny or maybe she is like “whoa! look at those cheeks! they are so large! I must touch them!” (my family is known for having pretty round cheeks). If nothing less it creates for a darn good moment between the two of us. Thanks to my brother and his iphone for catching this memory for the history books (aka blog).
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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