Conversation with my aunt

Fade in:

Ext. Typical suburban home. The sun is shining brightly in the sky and summer is in its prime. KIANA sits in the garden, observing a small insect crawl up a tree as she slowly sips her lemonade. AUNT comes out to join her, also holding a glass of lemonade. The two stare at the tree together, until AUNT breaks the silence.

AUNT

What are we looking at?

KIANA

This caterpillar.

AUNT

Okay, why?

KIANA

I was just thinking about something: Do you think that caterpillars know that one day, they’re going to be butterflies?

AUNT

What?

KIANA

Or do you think that they just start building a cocoon one day and are like, “Why am I doing this???” but can’t stop because somewhere in the back of their mind, they know it’s their DESTINY?

AUNT

Are you trying to make this a metaphor? Because this isn’t a metaphor.

KIANA

No. I’m not trying to make this a metaphor.

AUNT

Good.

KIANA

But if this was a metaphor, wouldn’t it be kind of beautiful? Like, we might not always be totally confident in ourselves, but if we just believe, it’ll work out in the end.

AUNT

(Chugs the rest of her lemonade)

When is your mom picking you up?

KIANA and AUNT glance at each other briefly, then turn back to the tree. 

#Summer2013

Kiana.

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