So my dad has this weird thing he makes me and my sisters do before crossing the street.
He makes us look in all directions. And I don’t just mean left and right. I mean, literally, all directions. First left, then right, then up, then down.
Left and right I understand, I mean, there could be a frigging car speeding right towards us. It’s pretty basic, right?
But up and down? What is it, exactly, that he thinks we will see?
I mean, I guess up could be a plane plummeting straight towards us, or heck, a freaking UFO.
But down? What does he expects us to find? An unconscious person lying at our feet? A stairway to hell?
And no matter how many times I ask him what the heck goes through that mind of his, he always shoots me this look, and I can almost hear him saying, ‘how are you my daughter?‘. Almost.
So unless I want him to know I have no frigging clue why I have literally been looking in all directions before crossing the street practically my whole life, I guess I’ll never know his reasons.
But hey, someday I might actually find the stairway to hell thanks to him.