I recently had a heated debate with my gas grill. The grill won. To say that I have looked frightful for the last couple of weeks would be a gross understatement. First and second degree burns over my entire face and neck, and frizzled remnants of hair have certainly made me want to hide, even in a place where I am completely anonymous to begin with. Nonetheless, life goes on, so I have been forced to accompany my children to their dizzying array of activities and bear up to the stares of others the best that I can. It is a humbling task, one from which I would rather hide.
Hiding is not the same as being hidden. Here, I am hidden despite my best efforts, even though I am not hiding. There are rules to hide behind, expectations and memories, and I am still there, peeking out, waiting for the gentle breeze that will tell me what's next.
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