ReunionLauren Kizi-Ann Alleyne
Holy Faith Convent class '90-'97 Already we are giggling; emoticons of smiley faces bounce through the chat windows of cyberspace in a wild game of catch-up tag. We're tickled by this technology we could have hardly imagined when we still wore white high-tops, and our dreams were of prom night – the date, the dress – the slow dance of drifting apart not yet begun. That summer, now ten years past, at my going away party, my best friends gathered around me, and Stevie Wonder on the tape deck sang us the ritual of our tears and farewells – that's what friends are for. And today, as sudden as the waking of cicadas after their long sleep, we've found each other; we add each other to buddy lists and IM for hours about who's doing what – the weddings, the travels. We save the losses for now, the conversation tinged bittersweet with strangeness and still too fragile for anything but the lightest of niceties. Still, we revel in it, wrapped in "remember when's" the years fall away like husks, and the seventeen-year-olds in us leap out and we feel them inside us thick and singing – alive.
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