For anyone reading this, please note that this is a personal, online journal. Last year, when tickets went on sale for Tom Felton's casting in Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, I decided I was going to see it for my birthday, which was yesterday. Admittedly, I splurged too much, getting priority pass, which didn't matter, as well as the trolly package. There was an option to have food delivered to your seat before the show or during intermission, which was genius. The lobby was decorated accordingly, and there was a photo op with a phone booth. I went into this with little knowledge on what to expect, knowing only that it was mostly centered around Harry's son and that Draco must have some kind of appearance. Since he was the star of the evening (though not the main character), I'll start with Tom Felton. I counted about 13 or 14 scenes, maybe a couple more, that he was in, including the 2 he had no lines. This is significant. I was expecting him to pop up maybe once...
Lately, I've been struggling. Some of it is missing my mom. It's amazing that a decade later, it really doesn't feel much easier. She was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer, and I honestly believed that if anybody could beat it, it was her. I truly believed that. But she isn't here today, and somehow, it feels like fate betrayed me. One day, I know cancer will seep through my windows and fate will knock on my door. I've already had some precancerous things taken out. At least I know ahead of time. And yet, it feels so unfair not to have her in this chapter of my life. I need her. And all I can do is just keep moving on.