There's no denying, I am a girl - through and through. I've got the emotions down to an art, for starters. Two summers ago, I went with the Siemers on their Oregon Coast trip. During one of the rainy nights, Sami and I cozied up in one of the yurts and started watching "An Affair to Remember". It was the first time I had seen this Cary Grant classic and didn't know what to expect. Through out the duration of the film, I was verging on tears because of the connection and romance between the two main characters. It wasn't until the end, the very last scene, that I broke down in tears, "Run to her! She loves you! She can't get up! UGH!" I remember Carolyn (mom Siemers) came in during that highly emotional scene and laughed at my obvious girlish tendencies. I was home one night, cooking, and decided to put on a movie in the background. It had been over a year since I had scene the movie, so I had it playing, but wasn't paying much attention. I wasn't invested in the story this time and was more focused on my baking. With it finishing in the oven, I sat on my bed and watched that very last scene. Within seconds, I was in tears, my heart instantly warmed when I saw their love and relief. It reminded me of a time, when I had just started high school and went to my grandma's house after school. I had started the movie "Dead Poets Society" and was already to the climactic scene. Tears were streaming down my face when my mom arrived to take me home. I composed myself, took the movie home, immediately popped it in our VCR and instantly, the tears were flowing as if there wasn't a 15 minute intermission.
I remember teasing my mom when I was young about how she cried all the time, at things I wouldn't even feel that emotional about. As history proves, in this aspect for sure, I am turning into my mother.
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