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No One is the Boss of Us

You know how to light a match, don’t you?

I looked up at her and lied.

She gave me the book of matches and watched me slowly draw the bud against the scratch. She grabbed it back, You’ve got to go fast, see? Boom! Zip! She laughed and gave me the lit match with her brown wrinkled hands.

Put it in that hole there. See the flames? You just lit the grill! Now you can cook steakettes whenever you want. I confidently dropped the frozen patties from the butcher paper onto the grate.

Little girls aren’t allowed to touch matches.

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Matches by Simon D via flickr.com

Matches by Simon D via flickr.com

[This story was featured at  You Are Here Stories 10/11/16.]


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©Aimee Fritz & Family Compassion Focus, 2016.

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