[Sorry. I clicked to update after correcting a misspelling and it was saved as a draft instead, so it disappeared from this blog. Sorry about that.]
My cousin rang this morning with an apologetic tone. She rambled for a bit, leaving me at loss. I was feeling a bit fuzzy from dealing with youngest mite’s night restlessness. As we were childhood friends/rivals, I knew her well enough to tell her get to the point.
She paused for a moment as if she was hyping herself to say it and announced, “My daughter won a second-place prize in a summer school poetry competition. It’ll be published in a local newspaper this week.” I started to congratulate her, but she cut in: “The poem isn’t hers. It’s yours.”