Literature
Easter
Easter When I was little, I'd get an Easter basket And do the whole "Easter egg hunt," too. As I got older, we'd hunt down the baskets. The clues and hiding spots got More and more elaborate As I got older. Now that I'm nearing 25, I'm kind of over it. I don't need an Easter basket. I stopped hunting for eggs years ago. That old basket is in some storage facility, Waiting for me to collect my things. I wonder what I'll use it for. I've since moved away. Amazon Prime is my new Easter bunny. My mother has gotten into this habit Where she will buy me things. I think it's out of guilt. We agreed to stop doing baskets. Yet, here she is, buying me shit I don't need. It's infuriating. But the $100 gift card was nice. It'll probably be the one thing I can use. She said more things are coming tomorrow... I groan and roll my eyes a bit, Frustrated by her futile attempts. I know I sound ungrateful, I know how it all sounds. But I'm just tired of the overgifting-- Tired of the things I do not