Nostalgy

▶ Waltz in E flat - Op. 18 No. 1 ; Chopin

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▶ Waltz in E flat -  Op. 18  No. 1 ; Chopin

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Sunday, June 26 - 2 0 1 6

Today passed by like a haze. Everybody was busy getting ready for the waltz which was like ten hours away and I just can't fathom how people make things busier by worrying about trivial stuff.

Like right now, Mother freaked over a pair of earrings.

Mother : "I SWEAR I REMEMBER PUTTING IT ON THIS TABLE!"

Father : "JEEZ, WOMAN. CALM DOWN. NO NEED TO YELL LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW."

Mother : "CALM DOWN?! CALM DOWN?! I CAN'T CALM DOWN WHEN MY EARRINGS ARE MISSING!"

Me :"Guys, I -"

Them : "SHUT UP ALICIA!"

So that was that and they later found it lying on the sofa, which I was trying to point out earlier. Then, Mother started fussing over my dress.

"What are you going to wear?" she said, rearranging her vanity table.

"Um...the dress you bought a few months ago? You don't remember? It's the green, hideous dress-"

When she heard the word hideous, she grabbed my arm and marched outside. "We are going to the mall, find you the perfect dress and have this mother-daughter bonding time."

I rolled my eyes. She meant mother-daughter fighting time.

After hours of arguing which dress to wear, we finally agreed upon a slinky black dress that went all the way to my feet.

"But I think it's too...tight, and revealing."

"It's not. Your body's still perfect unlike mine."

"But-"

"No, buts. We're buying this."

I finally let out defeated sigh and let her take the dress. Nothing was wrong with the dress. It was really nice and the material was comfy; the only reasons I finally agreed. But it looked too mature and -

"Come one. Let's go." Mother's voice derailed my trail of thought as she led me out.

After taking a refreshing shower and rinsing out all the dirt and grime in my hair, I came out of the bathroom. There was a knock on the door and I creaked the door an inch.

It was Mother dressed glamorously in her velvety green dress. Her hair was in a stylish updo, her face beautifully painted with makeup. I almost felt envious of her beauty.

"Hey," I managed a weak smile. "You look beautiful."

She smiled at me. "Thank you, honey. Can I come in?"