When I was 4 years old I came home a couple of days before Easter with a gigantic paper bunny. I put it on the table so everyone could admire it. I went to sleep the night before Easter and my dad put chocolate eggs all around the bunny. I woke up, went downstairs to feast on my mom’s amazing Easter breakfast and then I saw it. My paper bunny laid eggs and was having babies. I freaked out and told everyone what just happened. I ignored the fact that paper bunnies can’t have babies, especially not when those babies are shaped like little chocolate eggs. My dad told me that it was a joke the night before I had to go to school again so I wouldn’t tell all the kids there about that ‘miracle’. I was devastated that I wasn’t gonna have baby bunnies. My dad still laughs at me for that.
The next
year I came home with sunflower seeds. I put them in the ground the day before
Easter. While I was asleep (again) my mom went to the store and brought big
sunflowers and planted them. I woke up the next morning and saw the flowers. I thought
some sort of miracle happened and told everyone that the Easter bunny could do magic,
it could make flowers grow in one night. And yes, my dad still laughs at me for
that too.
So for me
Easter is just a time of eating, spending time with family and being laughed
at. It’s time for revenge and it will be sweet. Very sweet.
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