Nervously, I smooth down my hair, hoping to tame any fly-aways with my hands, and try to hand-iron any wrinkles out of the plain, light-blue skirt I am wearing. The long drive in my car has left me feeling stiff and somewhat exhausted, but I am determined to show myself as excited and happy. In all honesty, I am completely and utterly terrified.
It is my first time back in San Francisco since I left earlier in the year for college. I’m on Christmas Break, and I have come back to spend the holidays with my mom as I had promised her I would before I left.
The house hasn’t changed a bit in the five months that I haven’t seen it—not that I had expected it to, anyways. It’s nice that something has remained constant through everything that had happened this past summer. I had modeled… gotten my first kiss… had my best friend confess to me… Yes, it was definitely good to know that something—even if it was just a house—stayed unchanging.
I see that the lights to the living room are on through the window that faced out to the street. I can’t see anything inside of the room because of the curtains obscuring my view, but I can see that sometimes the light fluctuates, so I assume that my mom is watching T.V.
Mother is, as of yet, totally unaware of my arrival. I had told her that I was going to arrive two days later than I had, because I wanted to surprise her.
Taking a deep breath, and pasting a smile across my face, I put my house-key in the lock, unlock the door, and step inside.
“Mom, I’m home!” I call out to the house around me.
As soon as I step in the door an overwhelming sense of familiarity and comfort sweeps over me. The long drive was totally worth it; it is good to be home.
Something clatters from the living-room, and my mom is soon rushing towards me with her fuzzy-white bathrobe-covered arms outstretched. Weird, minty-green goo that almost looks like toothpaste is coating her face, and it makes her look like a crazed woman by accenting her overly-huge grin and messy hair. “Lyn, you’re home!” she cries ecstatically, throwing her arms around me and squeezing with enough force to kill a bear. “Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, you’re home!”
She (thankfully) removes her arms from around my torso, and I’m able to regain the air that had been squeezed out of me as a result of her hug. “Hey, Mom, “I say, the grin that I had put on my face quickly becoming sincere.
“I thought you said that you weren’t getting back until Monday,” she says, her goop-covered eyebrows drawing together.
Shrugging, I grin at her sheepishly. “I lied.”
Mom mimics my shoulder-movement and walks with me into the kitchen. “Do you want anything? Are you hungry? Do you want something to drink?”
YOU ARE READING
Learning to be Beautiful
Genç Kurgu"Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as elaborate hairstyles and the wearing of gold jewelry or fine clothes. Rather, it should be of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in...