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.
