Diaries of Daisy

Who remembers fibbing as a child and how taboo it was? It was drilled into my head to never lie. Breaking someone’s trust was the highest form of disrespect. Parents made me feel like I was breaking their heart if I was caught in a lie. I would get this pit at the bottom of my stomach when I knew I was lying or felt I was about to get caught. I hated it.

Who remembers telling white lies to seem a little more relatable? I distinctly remember a phone call I was having with a friend from grade school, I remember being mid-conversation with her and shouting at my little brother to leave me be. I don’t have a brother, I never did. But the desire to not be an outcast, forced me to embellish these stories, a facade I so wished to be true. I remember being in the 3rd grade deciding whether to lie about my race as an attempt to gain new friends as I was the only not-black girl in my class. Why was this the go-to? The family had shown me love, praise, respect-what did I stand to gain by lying about such obscure facts about myself that no one would have cared about either way?

Why in the world did I feel so strongly about fitting in? Everyone has that feeling but creating this random storyline to make little Daisy so much more interesting.. What was the driving force?

Maybe Momma Daisy and Poppa Daisy need to answer that.