"Your eyes,
They tell me secrects
That you,
You can't deny.
Your eyes,
They show me feelings
That you hold
Deep down inside."
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All while the day started off bright and early, I was in the lobby, standing before the window, watchin' the birds fly from tree to tree. The only thing that held my mind was the fact that I just couldn't let go of what my father had done to me, and how I couldn't forgive him for it.
I had been dressed in a hot pint T-shirt, with white capris, and those same, dirty white flip flops that I'd always attempt to clean, but could never get them to be spotless. My sandy-brown, spungy hair was pulled up in a bun, and I had two real diamond earrings inserted through my ear holes. Mama bought those when she was sellin', and even though it had been years later, I held onto them. I couldn't and wouldn't lose them, and I definitely didn't want anything to happen to them.
"Hey, that's my favorite color!" I turned around to see who owned that voice.
"Hey, Mia." I smiled as I waved, and she did the same, in return. "You like pink, huh?" My voice shook.
She stood next to me, in front of the window, and said, "Yeah. I love it. What you up to?"
"Nothin'. Just checkin' on my birds."
Mia squinted her eyes, and gave me a deep stare. As I looked back, her eyes read, I know something is botherin' you.
"Why you always watching them birds, anyway? They must be real special to ya." She asked.
"They are special to me. Mama and me lost all we ever had. Them birds all I got, now."
"Well, how can you say that, when they ain't even yours forreal, rig-"
"Mia!" I cut her off. I didn't appreciate her comment. "If me watching and caring for those birds seem to be even a tad bit creepy, or crazy, because they may or may not be really mine, then that's fine. I didn't ask for nobody's opinion about that. Its something I choose to do, because I love it, and it makes me happy."
"You ain't gotta get smart with me, Jayme. I just think that you shouldn't go around claiming that them birds are yours, when they really ain't."
"Did I ask you what you think?" I slammed my body down to the bench.
"Okay, what's wrong?" She shot me a frown, then sighed.
I didn't respond, instead my tears did for me.
Mia looked at me again, like the same way she had glanced at me before. But, this time her eyes read, Talk to me. Its okay, you can't tell me.
"Nothing, Mia. Ain't nothing wrong with me! Why you always wanna think something is botherin' me?!"
"Jayme, for the short amount of time I've been getting to know you, it ain't hard to tell when ya upset. If you need somebody to listen to you, you know I'm here, don't you?"
"Everybody say that! Everybody say that they are that for ya, but in reality all you really got is yaself! Nobody gone have you, like you have yourself."
"Jayme, is it somethin' you ain't telling me? C'mon, you know I'll listen." She sat down on the bench, next to me.
"Stop that! Stop tryin' to get to know me! Stop tryin' to figure me out! You don't need to know my life! You betta' find somebody else to try and help, cause it ain't me who needs ya."
Mia became closer, then wrapped her arms around me, offering me a hug, that I knew would last as long as I'd needed it to. "Jayme, it'll be alright. Maybe not today, but it will get better, eventually."
