love should be as flowers of the weedy sort
Kamaria pauses and she grasps the shell tighter, sand scratching between her fingers. She bites her lip as she looks down at the castle she's constructed. Suddenly she continues her work on the moat, saying, "My mommy's not like other mommies." Not a mother to be there at her every beck and call, but a mother all the same. As she scrapes away at the pliable earth, she adds with a meeker voice, "She loves me, and daddy, but she loves other people, too."
But Kamaria does cease in her castle-building, if only to tell Melita more about who she is, to know her better. As she speaks about all of her favorite things, her rounded cheeks blush pink and her eyes light up with excitement. She presents Melita an opportunity to do the same, to get to know one another. And, while she does get an answer, there is no flush of enthusiasm within the woman's face. Her smile falters, though she tries to hold on to some semblance of it.
"If you were a bee, you could sting my dad - and then maybe you wouldn't be so pissed off anymore," she offers with the beginnings of a giggle in her voice.
There's a pause, though, and she considers Melita for a moment. "What does he do that pisses you off?" She asks in much more earnest, no more rosy cheeks and giggling lips but widened eyes and stressed brows. And yes, she says 'pisses off' just as easily as Melita does - though with less understanding of what it actually means. She thinks she gets it, though. Her father had done something that deeply upset Melita, or maybe multiple things, and they hadn't made amends. Yet.
But Kamaria does cease in her castle-building, if only to tell Melita more about who she is, to know her better. As she speaks about all of her favorite things, her rounded cheeks blush pink and her eyes light up with excitement. She presents Melita an opportunity to do the same, to get to know one another. And, while she does get an answer, there is no flush of enthusiasm within the woman's face. Her smile falters, though she tries to hold on to some semblance of it.
"If you were a bee, you could sting my dad - and then maybe you wouldn't be so pissed off anymore," she offers with the beginnings of a giggle in her voice.
There's a pause, though, and she considers Melita for a moment. "What does he do that pisses you off?" She asks in much more earnest, no more rosy cheeks and giggling lips but widened eyes and stressed brows. And yes, she says 'pisses off' just as easily as Melita does - though with less understanding of what it actually means. She thinks she gets it, though. Her father had done something that deeply upset Melita, or maybe multiple things, and they hadn't made amends. Yet.
they break through cement and persist
Kamaria
