...equently. Once, for a school dance, I dressed up into a beautiful dark blue gown that matched my eyes. As I walked past them, for they were seated on the couch, she stopped me.
“Luchia, where are you going? I thought we were going to play charades.”
I froze and turned around slowly. “I’m going to the Valentine’s dance, Mauria.”
She lifted her head, her eyes looking in my direction. “Come here. I want to see your dress.” She would always say that. When she says see, that means she simply feels the dress and imagines it in her head.
I hesitantly walked over to her, and she reached out her little hand. She ran it over the soft fabric and she smiled. “It’s beautiful, sister.” But when she ran it up to ones spot, she flinched back. “What are you wearing?! That shows too much skin, go put on a jacket or something, Luchia!”
I shook my head, tears randomly starting in my eyes. “All right.”
“We don’t want perverted boys looking at you that way!”
“Mauria!” I snapped, rolling my eyes. Yeah right, no boy ever looking in my direction for I never looked in his.
I started to walk to the door, when I heard Mauria complain. “Why me, mom?! Why can’t th...