8 July 2012
I was over at my grandmother's "mansion" when I met him. I say mansion because it was the classic Southern, white, 19th century home; it had roses climbing around the pillars and a brass gate, the house was definitely or the poor. It was a beautiful summer's evening and my grandmother invited guests for a formal dinner party; people came in their expensive cars while wearing Tux's and elegant silk dresses. It was quite the occasion although there really was no event; no Birthday, no holiday, no celebration if any kind. Because it was a formal dinner, my grandmother forced me to wear a white dress; I have to admit it was beautiful, it trailed all the way to the ground which glimmered in the dim lights. I was just wandering about the party really, paying no attention to anybody or anything around me; I was praying for the time just fly by. Then I saw him, looking at me actually; he was the most handsome person I had ever seen and he made my heart pound. His dark eyes were framed by his wavy hair and his dimples! He wasn't even smiling and his dimples were already showing! All night we had been looking at each other, practically panicking whenever I couldn't find him and relaxing when I did find him laughing at a joke then glimpses at me with a smile...
Your Father • Opuss № I