This is a story of my life, my many encounters with destiny and the rugged places it has often left me. Today I talk of my childhood crush and constant fantasy. Her name today will be Victoria which is of course not her real name.
I first met Victoria when I was in class six, she must have been in class three or two and she was a real beauty. Curse me for my evil head but even as a child I could tell an angel from a pageant of beauties because she was. Her teeth were as white as snow, her skin as soft as silk. Victoria had all her eye lashes and eye brows, all so thick and dark. Her smile was super perfect and adding this to her beautifully sunk dimples; she could no less placed at the apex of my daily fantasies.
Victoria’s mum was a splendor too, old but still attractive even to the eyes boy only eleven years old. I loved her because she took a total good care of my angel, Victoria; making sure she always kept Victoria’s long black hair well kept. Sometimes just letting it flow all the way down her long neck and sometimes having it curled or twisted into different styles and shapes. Always dressing her daughter in brightly colored cloths that enhanced her innocence and had everyone notice her sparkling beauty, I loved this woman and awkwardly wished she was my mother too.
We were only kids and apart from always wanting to play together, to eat together and to talk and argue about nothing at all, we knew nothing more.