Today, a teen told me I am like the sister she never had. Kind of cute right? I was alittle bit touched, not going to lie. She then turned to another librarian about five years older than me and said "and you're like another mother to me!" My colleague was horrified, but tried to play it off like it was no big deal. It made me realize that I don't ever want to be like a mother to someone. The transition from "cool big sister librarian" to "motherly nurturing librarian" is not a chasm I wish to cross. When I spoke to my friend Fox about this, she played realist and said "It's coming sooner than we realize."
"But maybe I'll be the exception and look 24 for the rest of my life? It can be like Tuck Everlasting?" I say half questioning, half hopefully.
Fox is quiet for a moment and seems intent on thinking. When she comes out of her reverie, she says, "I'm sorry, that reminded me. My boss had plastic surgery yesterday. I think that's our key to staying young"
Plastic surgery is my only option? Why does that not make me feel better?
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But honestly, would you really want you name to be TUCK for eternity? I think not.
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