A Part of Me Shannon Muscolino
I’m dreaming: I’m in a garden full of flowers; roses, tulips and sunflowers. The sun is warm but feels just right in my mini blue dress, the sky a bright blue, clouds go in to hug each other, only to pass each other by. Then, over my shoulder, I see her. She’s me, but younger. She’s definitely me in first grade; her bangs are dangling loosely on her forehead, her pink square glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, helping her see a far distance as she’s fixated on the flowers until she snaps her head up, realizing she’s being watched. However, she’s not scared when she sees me. Instead, she carefully gets up, one sunflower in her hand, skipping over to me. “Hi!” little me beams, pushing up her glasses. “This is for you.” She hands over the sunflower and I take it diligently, just so I don’t break it—I don’t. I tuck it in my hair and little me watches the whole time in awe and adoration. “You’re so pretty,” she says. I crouch down to her level, admiring who I once was. Her pink square glasses, her floral dress, and her bangs that I once hated, but seeing her having them…They fit her c hild-like nature perfectly. “So are you. You’re beautiful.” Smiling, I say, “Can I hug you?” No answer. Her arms were already around me, saying enough.
Sweet Honey | Eylin Lainez | Photography
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