{"id":4872,"date":"2025-12-14T21:43:14","date_gmt":"2025-12-15T02:43:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=4872"},"modified":"2025-12-14T21:43:14","modified_gmt":"2025-12-15T02:43:14","slug":"amusing-grace","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=4872","title":{"rendered":"Amusing Grace"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><em>In this writing group, we meditate for a minute before we are given the writing prompts. In this meditation, we were to visualize our mirror writing selves and discuss our writing intentions. In that moment, my mirror self suggested the title for this piece. Afterwards, seeing the prompt Holiday Hijinks, and an unwanted gift, the title fit my story to a T.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><b>Amusing Grace<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Grace wasn\u2019t a happy person. Nothing pleased her. No matter what you tried to do or say, she just frowned.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her parents were distraught. The holidays were coming up, and they had no gift to give her. Every year, it was the same thing. They would find a toy, or a game, or a book that they thought she would like, and when it was opened, Grace would just look at it, throw it down, and say, \u201cI hate it!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They had taken her to see a therapist, but they just didn\u2019t click. \u201cI hate her!\u201d she would say when she came home. Or, \u201cHe\u2019s such a jerk!\u201d when she came back from a meeting with the school counselor.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Forget getting someone to sit with her when they wanted to go out. Whoever it was, they only lasted for one sitting. Most of the sitters asked for double the pay. Grace\u2019s parents reluctantly paid them, but the sitters never came back.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her parents were getting desperate. They decided to put an ad in the local paper, promising a reward to anyone who could make Grace smile.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They wrote up the ad. It read: &#8220;Anyone who can make our daughter, Grace, happy will receive a brand-new iPhone.&#8221; They figured that would be enough incentive for someone to come and maybe solve Grace\u2019s problem.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Having written the ad, Grace\u2019s dad was about to call it in to the paper when there was a knock at the door.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Grace\u2019s mom opened the door, and there stood a boy of about Grace\u2019s age, dressed in very comfortable jeans, an old sweatshirt, well-worn sneakers, and he had a folded newspaper under his arm.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCan I help you?\u201d Grace\u2019s mother said to the boy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMy name\u2019s Jack,\u201d he said. \u201cI\u2019ve come to help with your daughter.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Grace\u2019s father overheard the conversation and came to the door and said, \u201cHow did you know about us needing someone. I haven\u2019t even placed the ad?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Jack held up a copy of the local newspaper, and sure enough, there was the ad as clear as day.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Grace\u2019s parents were confused.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Grace, who was standing nearby and knew of her parents\u2019 plan to get some stupid person to make her smile, stepped forward. \u201cI don\u2019t need no dumb boy to change my behavior. Go back to whatever rat hole you came from.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAh,\u201d\u00a0 Jack said, \u201cThe rats don\u2019t want me there anymore, they say that I\u2019m too much of a sad person. They told me to find someone as grumpy as me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Grace was going to say something, but then stopped herself, for that was not the response that she was expecting.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Jack continued, \u201cBut you, my dear, do not fit that description; you are way more pleasing than I could ever be.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Now, Grace was getting more confused. \u201cSomeone more displeasing than me! Poppycock!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Jack replied, \u201cDoodle Squat.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Grace took that as a challenge, \u201cPig\u2019s snout!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cTurtle boogers!\u201d Jack said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The corners of Grace\u2019s lips began to curve in an upward direction.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">You can bet that caught the eyes of her parents.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In this writing group, we meditate for a minute before we are given the writing prompts. In this meditation, we were to visualize our mirror writing selves and discuss our writing intentions. 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