It was one of those makeshift projects, stapled at the edges.
Not even important enough to get laminated or placed between a hardcover.
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Updated 4 years ago,April 18, 2021
I visited my parents over the holidays.
Markus Spiske
The craziest thing I found was an old, crumpled storybook I created when I was in elementary school.
It was one of those makeshift projects, stapled at the edges.
Not even important enough to get laminated or placed between a hardcover.
The title page said WHAT MY LIFE WILL BE LIKE WHEN IM OLDER.
All of the lefthand pages contained drawings.
A 10 with flowers wrapped around the zero.
An 11 made out of worms.
A 12 surrounded by brightly colored balloons.
On the righthand pages, there were short stories to go along with each number.
But once I reached age 15, it was still accurate.
It mentioned my first broken heart.
It named my crush and everything.
When was this made?
I asked my mother.
You were pretty young.
I remember getting a phone call from the teacher about it.
There was something in there that upset her.
I shook my head.
That doesnt make any sense.
Did I… Did I add to it every year?
It was just a fun little project about what you wanted your future to look like.
You mustve been a good guesser.
You know, your great grandmother was a psychic.
Bunch of bullshit if you ask me, but who knows?
Maybe it got passed down to you.
Well head to Vegas this weekend to test it.
She chuckled, making a joke out of it, but I kept flipping pages.
It guessed the year my childhood dog died.
The year my husband proposed.
The year I became pregnant.
I was sick to my stomach by the time I reached the final page with the final number.
It would show the age I would be turning in a few months.
At first, my face lit up.
But then I saw what was in the background.
A gravestone with my name and the date of my daughters birth.
