Summary
When my grandmother turned seventy-two, she gathered the entire family in the living room and made a solemn announcement: “I’m going to make my debut.”
My dad was so startled he spat tea across half the table.
My mom’s first instinct was to feel her forehead for a fever.
Only my grandmother remained unfazed.
She pushed my mother’s hand away and added slowly, “I’m not joking.
I’ve already signed up for the auditions.”