Sure, I had a little sister. But my sister falls asleep even if I hold her as I sleep. But how does one make a grown girl fall asleep? Curly-haired, brown-eyed, with an expectant smile, she looked up at me. I tentatively smiled back and put my hand on her forehead. I know I didn’t mean to, but I found myself humming a lullaby. A serenity passed over the face of the girl just as my hand smoothed her curly hair away from her face. I smiled in the knowledge that I was bringing comfort and peace to my friend.
She struggled to enter the crowded room. The fragrance of sumptuous food wafted to her nose, confusing her about what her choice for consumption was. From the corner of her eyes she saw a white figure stand up, seemingly looking towards her. But he didn’t approach her, like other men would have. Curious, she turned to him. And froze. They locked eyes and he grinned cheekily at her, his arms spread wide and inviting. She just stared, incredulous. Her hands flew to her mouth in recognition. Snapping out of her stupor, she jumped straight into the circle of his arms.
She firmly positioned herself on the piece of rock jutting out of the grass. Her fingers delicately held the brown mushy piece of birthday cake. She just stared at it like she was trying to swallow it with her gaze alone, afraid that it would vanish if she looked away for a second. After a huge ‘gazeful’ of the cake she was finally satisfied that the cake was not going anywhere. She lifted her eyes to look into mine. A smile as smooth as the chocolate paste spread on her lips as she ate my birthday cake. I smiled back.
I clutched the blue plastic handle of my blue plastic umbrella. It was raining and pouring before me and I hadn’t stepped out of the lobby yet; not without her. My right foot was continuously tapping, impatiently waiting for the girl to join me. Not able to take it anymore, I whirled around- uniform, hair and all. But she was already standing there. She pushed her specs up her nose, smiled at me and ducked under my blue umbrella. Trying to look annoyed and failing miserably, I linked hands with her under our school bags. We stepped into the rain.