The onions, my allies August 2, 2010

I didn’t cry into a bowl of caramelized onions, like the character in my creative writing class.

Instead, i used my history of crying when onions are cooked in the house to cover up the tears that have been in my eyes all day.

I kept them at bay, not wanting to let them out, but by the time i walked to the kitchen it was too late.

One tear came out.

My mom asked what’s  wrong and i blamed the onion.

I blamed it all through dinner until i got to the bathroom and let go the tears i had no willpower to hold anymore.

I don’t know why i’m sad, but i am glad the onions have become my allies.

mayo 9, 2010

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