2008 Woodie Awards
A Star is Born
True stories of a Fictional Queen
Emily Farrington
Issue date: 10/24/07 Section: Entertainment
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Hana Grace Farrington was born January 5th, 2002. Let it be known that our lives and sanity were changed forever. Hana, pronounced Haw-nuh because our parents had to be different, was no easy child. She stepped right out of that uterus with an aura about her. She knew she was special, even in her tiny infant brain, and she was not going to let anyone forget it.
I was only 15 when Hana was born, and I was homeschooled. Apparently Mom thought that having another kid would be great hands-on learning. From the second Mom brought her home from the hospital, I knew that Hana hated me. When Mom would go to take a shower in the morning, Hana would throw such a fit that by the time Mom came back downstairs, I was frothing at the mouth. Instead of hands on learning, my parents provided me with the best birth control known to man. Come to think of it, my parents provided themselves with the best birth control. I'll never forget the morning that Mom stumbled, weary eyed and bedraggled, into the kitchen grumbling that, "If Hana had been first, Hana would have been last."
The first few months, and then years, of Hana's life just flew by. She stopped screaming every time I entered the room and I really started to warm up to the fact that I had a baby sister. I had dreams of video-taping her first steps, attending her dance recitals, teaching her how to drive, letting her come and stay with me at my apartment when she couldn't stand our parents. Well. Some of those things may still happen, but Hana is going to be the one that decides it. She's 5 years old now and doesn't take advice from anyone. She makes 100% of her own decisions, and the world is just going to have to deal.
I chalk all of Hana's eccentricity up to the fact that she really is very smart. I'm 20 now, our middle sister Molly is 15, and we talk to her like she's a normal adult. We don't bother with baby talk. Just last week I was explaining to her was biodegradable means. She's already reading and she's got a solid grasp on that whole addition thing. Her favorite channel is Discovery and she's fascinated by bugs and animals. Her mind is a sponge and she will never forget anything you ever tell her. She's a spitfire, she shoots from the hip and I love her. She'll hate me for these stories one day. I'll just remind her that at one time in my life, I did know more than her. She will, of course, ignore me.
I was only 15 when Hana was born, and I was homeschooled. Apparently Mom thought that having another kid would be great hands-on learning. From the second Mom brought her home from the hospital, I knew that Hana hated me. When Mom would go to take a shower in the morning, Hana would throw such a fit that by the time Mom came back downstairs, I was frothing at the mouth. Instead of hands on learning, my parents provided me with the best birth control known to man. Come to think of it, my parents provided themselves with the best birth control. I'll never forget the morning that Mom stumbled, weary eyed and bedraggled, into the kitchen grumbling that, "If Hana had been first, Hana would have been last."
The first few months, and then years, of Hana's life just flew by. She stopped screaming every time I entered the room and I really started to warm up to the fact that I had a baby sister. I had dreams of video-taping her first steps, attending her dance recitals, teaching her how to drive, letting her come and stay with me at my apartment when she couldn't stand our parents. Well. Some of those things may still happen, but Hana is going to be the one that decides it. She's 5 years old now and doesn't take advice from anyone. She makes 100% of her own decisions, and the world is just going to have to deal.
I chalk all of Hana's eccentricity up to the fact that she really is very smart. I'm 20 now, our middle sister Molly is 15, and we talk to her like she's a normal adult. We don't bother with baby talk. Just last week I was explaining to her was biodegradable means. She's already reading and she's got a solid grasp on that whole addition thing. Her favorite channel is Discovery and she's fascinated by bugs and animals. Her mind is a sponge and she will never forget anything you ever tell her. She's a spitfire, she shoots from the hip and I love her. She'll hate me for these stories one day. I'll just remind her that at one time in my life, I did know more than her. She will, of course, ignore me.
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