by BIG BAD WOLF
A collection of various short stories and poetry.
|What my family does during Easter.
Every Easter, I can predict what will happen. At a certain point, weâ€™ll head to my grandmotherâ€™s. We say â€śHelloâ€ť to those we havenâ€™t seen since Christmas. We say a blessing for those who ainâ€™t there, for the food, and all that. Eventually weâ€™ll sit down for a late lunch-dinner thing.
Should the day have been nice, grandma and the others will scatter the eggs; sometimes theyâ€™ll actually hide them, but other times theyâ€™ll just plain scatter them throughout the lawn on all sides of the house. If the day was nasty, the eggs will be in a box, and the objective is just plainly to stuff your bag. Occasionally, there might be special eggs meant for a certain person. Afterwards, we empty the eggs, looking for those that have special slips of paper that mean more prizes, and those with money; sometimes one gets lucky, other times you donâ€™t. Afterwards, we might trade, or just plain give away things we donâ€™t want; little brother hates Reeseâ€™s, or other such things.
After a while, we say our good-byes, and hope to see each other later in the future. As for me, Iâ€™ll have to deal with the cavities.