my momma always said that i was the prettiest girl she's ever seen. she said i was prettier than the models in the magazines. my dad on the other hand, didn't want me to worry too much about being pretty. he wanted me to worry about good grades.
my little sister nadia always said i reminded her of a princess. she told me my heart was too big for my body and she imagined me turning into a gumdrop because i was too sweet. nadia is smart for a nine year old. she's the one who convinced my parents to get us our cat. she also convinced them that it was good for me to have a phone in my room. god bless her.
aunt helena, my mom's sister, always said i was like a swan, elegant and graceful in my ways. if anything, aunt helena was a swan. she always wore fancy pearls around her neck and wore plum colored lipstick and drank chardonnay out of her crystalline wine glasses. she's thirty three years old and hasn't been married. she said it takes time for the right one to come.
my momma, other wise known as india was a beauty queen in her younger years. she won homecoming queen, took part in miss usa, and other pageants. she grew out of those days when she met my dad. even though she hasn't done pageants in nearly twenty years, she's still so beautiful at forty, and lively too. she dances around the kitchen as she's washing the dishes and blares whitney houston, gloria gaynor, and aretha franklin through out the house. sometimes dad jokes around and says momma should of been a singer. i think so too.
my dad, marcus, has always been tall, dark, and handsome. he used to play acoustic guitar in a band when he was younger. momma says my dad played so well, she fell in love the music before she did him. my dad likes to cook a lot, he seems to be a gourmet chef. always has the stove on. every time i come home from school he has a little something for me. my dad seems so young for only being forty two, sometimes i forget he's as old as he is.
my dad's sister, aunt vivienne, is tall and hardworking. she works more than forty hours a week and comes home sweaty and covered with grease and grime. she says it's all apart of being a mechanic. she works so much to support her three kids; aaliyah, ryan, and jerome. she loves them to death and always puts them first. aunt vivienne has a wild mane of hair and the friendliest smile. for thirty seven, she doesn't seem to have any wrinkles or nothing.
our cat, artemis is small and black with little white paws. my dad said we should of named her socks, but artemis seemed more fitting. she loves to sleep next to me and is always pestering our canary, leslie. leslie is small and yellow and chirps the most in the morning. sometimes i take her out of her cage and let her fly around my room. she enjoys those times.
joanna my best friend can speak fluent french and even went to paris for her fourteenth birthday. she tells me about her aunt nicolette and her uncle olivier that live in versailles. she's told me of underground clubs and faves she's been to, where she met her long distance 'boyfriend' pierre. she talks with him on the phone whenever she can.
last but not least there's me, everly. i have no idea how i was named. my mom and dad said they argued for weeks until the day i was born. they flipped a coin for my name, it was between everly and yasmin. my dad won.
i'm good at painting and eating whole bunt cakes by myself. my piano skills are sub-par and i enjoy the company of animals. i have too many freckles on my face and have a hard time sounding out my r's and my w's. my eyes are hazel and i have a little tummy flub. i've never kissed a boy, nor a girl and don't think i ever will. but, my momma always says it's all in good time. I'm hoping that good time can come someday or another.
