During lunch with my uncle, he asked me if I knew how to cook and followed it with a floating acknowledgement of my age:
He looked at me with his eyebrow raised and asked how old I was. I could tell he knew the answer and felt some sort of victory in what I was yet to say. Some part of me wanted to lie just to keep the victory for myself.
I let it out anyway…
“I’m 20” I said.
“You are twenty…you are a woman” he said.
Of course I who grunted. How many upsides can you find for being a woman today?
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