The curse

A few days ago, my sister sent me a TikTok that was a woman talking about a post that she’d seen. Confusing, I know, but bear with me.

The original post said that the people who are right are always one of three things: women, firstborn daughters, firstborn granddaughters. If you get someone that’s all three, watch out. The woman in the TikTok proceeded to say that she was an even more absurd compilation of these three things because she was the first born grandkid on both sides of grandparents.

Yep. Check, check, check, and check. I’m the oldest cousin (of all genders) on either side, I’m the oldest of four girls, and, yes, I am a woman. …And, yes, I am (almost) always right.

Then, this morning, my mom found the post on some other hole of the internet (my guess is Facebook, correct me if I’m wrong, Mom) and sent it straight to me.

“Lol Clare sent this to me,” I said. “And then on top of that I’m firstborn grandkid on both sides AND the oldest daughter of an oldest daughter.”

“I am too.” Was her response. A minute later: “I think LC might be also.” LC is my grandma. And, now that I’m thinking about it, the oldest of 3 kids.

Oh boy. What witchery occurs when you’re the oldest daughter of an oldest daughter of an oldest daughter? Who are all the first grandkid? Well, I have your answer. It’s me. I am the witchery.

“So you’re telling me I’m third gen of this curse? I mean gift??” I write back.

“You might be.”

She called me later on the way to doctor and we agreed that I either need to let another sister be the first to have a kid, or I absolutely need to have a boy first (ew…). I’m already unbearable. Imagine me + another generation of this madness.

At the end of the day, all I’m saying… is I was right!!!! I am always right!