She might have very well been the prettiest elder lady I’d ever seen. she had fluffy white hair, that swayed like styled tall grass when she turned her head. Her eyes were a bright pale blue, the kind of eyes that men had fallen inlove with before.
“Kayla! You’re all grown up, you look beautiful!” “Thank you Michelle, gosh its been four years, you look fantastic.” “Well thank you sweety, here, let’s sit down.”
She carried a spirit junior to her realistic age, and lived care free. That is one of the many reasons I love her.
“Come here! Give me a hug!”
She wasn’t family, but might as well be.
“So tell me, how’s life?” “It is okay, I’m doing well.” “Back with your parents?” “Yea, I am, for six months now.” “Do you all get along?” “Yea, yes we do.”
I hated to lie. But, I’m not, you see. I just know that if I open my mouth, we will.
“Oh fantastic! You’re maturing! See, now that you’re less out of control, ruthless, more so, everythings fine. You see, parents will always win!”
Now for the less attentive Michelle.
I finish off the unsaid with a brisk nod.
Michelle, a great lady. Something always snagged me though, the failure to find the other sides, more so true sides, to every story. It pained me to argue, she’d shove me back under. She only intends to help. I would rather her feel she is.