I dislike huge family gatherings with a vengeance. Too many people fluster me. I sit, languish in a dark corner and look mysterious.
This gathering turned out no different until I discovered the existence of a nephew. He is all of ten and already possesses the wisdom of the stars.
With all the awkwardness of new found auntdom, I tried the usual mandatory bonding starters.
“Uh, what’s your favourite subject in school?”
“English”, the little man solemnly replies.
“I heard you like dancing? What else do you like doing?”
He pauses, and then glances sideways at me, appraising whether I am worthy of what he’s about to say.
“Rock. I like rock.”
(I think I passed the test.)
I clutch the sides of whatever seating device I was on.
“Rock? What rock do you listen to?”
Not 1D , not 1D, I prayed.
Again, that pre-bombshell glance.
My eyes widen slowly. Is he the Chosen One or something?
“That’s heavy metal though, I also like Mettalica.”
“Uhhh, which Metallica song…?”
So, there is hope for humanity and music and world peace and all things good and kind.