Theme: Zest

Food: Soup

Bridget didn't like playing with boys other than his brother. They teased and underestimated him. They treated him like a girl.

"Girls are stupid!" he recalled them snickering at him. He wished that if he could only prove them wrong without making a spectacle of himself. He wasn't a girl, and he wasn't stupid either. Most importantly, he wasn't a girl.

He heard boys yell the same insult to real girls and saw them kick soupy mud on their dresses. The only reason why they never committed the latter offense towards him was because his brother was a force to be reckoned with. Not to mention how much of a scolding the bullies would get from their parents, hearing they were harrassing Bridget. His father was a very important man to the village.

The quips and mischief... it was no wonder when, twelve years old and finally free of the village, he whispers, speaks, and finally exclaims, "I'm a guy! I'm a guy! I'm a guy!"

He laughs, tearing up, his stomach is in knots. "I'm a..."

He can't help but laugh gleefully. The freedom gives him hope for the day that he can play with boys other than his brother.