So, after all that, I decided I was never going to send Christmas cards again — and look into getting new friends.
Anyway, back to the real reason for this column.
I opened a Christmas card sent from my mother. I opened it up and there was writing on both pages. Just above the pre-printed message on the right side, it said “Dear Judith.” I laughed, thinking my mom accidentally sent me someone else’s card.
Then under the pre-printed message, it said, “Love, Mom.” I stop laughing.
Strangely enough, the first thought to rush into my messed-up brain was, “Oh my goodness, Mom has another child I don’t know about.”
Then the thoughts snowballed from there. Who is this person? It is Dad’s child? Is it a love child from before Dad? Is it a child she had after they divorced? It had to be from before, I surmised.
Then I looked to the left side of the card to see she had written, “I’ll be seeing you soon, can’t wait!”
There goes the thought of the child been long lost. It’s someone she’s going to see soon? Where is this person? Does my sister, Terri, know about this? Is Terri even really my sister? I don’t know what to believe anymore!
A few minutes later, after I had crafted an entire life story for this Judith and how it came to be that we shared a mother, I decided to just call Mom and get to the bottom of this.
Just as she picked up the phone, it hit me. In the play I’m currently rehearsing for with Logansport Civic Players, my character’s name is Judith.
I couldn’t even hear Mom saying “hello” because I was laughing too hard.
Misty Knisely, managing editor, can be reached at 574-732-5155 or via email at firstname.lastname@example.org. Follow her: @PharosMK