Moon Girl

Sixteen - Oma K

Saturday morning, they stood at the door Krystal knew all too well. They didn't knock or ring the door bell. Blake was patient. He took a sideways glance at her.

She looks different today, less edgy. I could see the true definition of her scar. The puckered skin, the fleshy pink of the crescent itself.

"Are you wearing makeup?" Blake blurted out. Krystal pulled her attention away from the door to look at him.
"Uh, no. My grandma doesn't believe young women should wear makeup." She fiddled with the white box in her hands.
"You don't need it anyways." Blake shrugged, she gave him a soft smile. "So what's in the box?"
"Oh, uh, a piece of German chocolate cake from the bakery across town. She loves this cake." Blake smiled.
"Lucky her." Krystal giggled.

Maybe this wouldn't be a total disaster. Blake seemed to be pretty calm and is very patient. I appreciate that, I'll have to thank him after all this is done, or kill him if it goes poorly.

Krystal sucked in a breath and knocked on the wooden door. Footsteps and shuffling could be heard from the other side. Out of instinct, Krystal moved closer to Blake for protection. The lock clicked and the door swung open. Grandma Kamowski was a short woman with a strong build and a wide face. You could tell by her build and kinky hair she was a German lady.
"Krystal, is that you?" Her eyes were wide with shock.
"Hi Oma." The little lady pulled her granddaughter into a bone crushing hug.
"Oh, I thought you were never going to come around again." Her voice was muffled by the massive amounts of Krystals hair.

So far so good, but it's also been a solid 30 seconds. It been years since I've seen her and I can see it in her features. She's lost a lot in her life, I can see that.

They pulled apart. Her grandmother studied the girl in front of her, not once acknowledging Blake.
"Please, come in." Her eyes finally slid to the tall boy behind her. "And who is this?" Her faint accent attached to every word. Krystal and Blake met eyes.

What is he? He is NOT my boyfriend, but he wasn't a stranger either. I think he's the closest things I've had to friend in years.

"A friend." She said as she crossed the threshold to the home. Blake smiled proudly.
"Hello ma'am, my names Blake." He stuck out his hand to be polite but the old woman bypassed that and pulled him in for a bone crushing hug too.
"Good to meet you Blake, call me Oma K." She released him and they went inside.
"Why Oma?" Blake asked.
"It's grandma is German." Krystal answered without thought.

None of my ex girlfriends families let me call them by such names and I've just met this woman and she's Oma K. I can hardly see the resemblance between Krystal and her grandmother. I wonder what their family looks like.

Great, she's letting him call her Grandma. Way to inflate his already enormous ego Oma.

Krystal secretly rolled her eyes. Not far into the home, Blake's curious itch was scratched. There was the last family photo they took together before Nancy died, hanging on the wall.
"Wow, you and Nancy look nothing alike." Blake comment without thought.
"Here you go Oma, I got you you're favorite." Krystal gave her grandmother a tense smile.
"Oh you're too kind." She shuffled into the kitchen for a fork, leaving the two alone.
"No, Nancy and I looked very different. She got more of my dads traits, I got more of my mom." They stood next to each other, examining the photo.

I haven't seen this photo in years. We were all still alive and well. This was Nancys 16th birthday. She was blond hair, blue eyed just like our dad. I had the long, black Asian hair like my mom. Her eyes were brown but some how I got our dads eyes too. That was one of the few things I shared with Nancy. They were my favorite feature of mine. When I lost Nancy, I lost my favorite feature too.