Tuesday, June 28, 2011

June 28, 2011

When I was a little girl living in a forgotten little rural town in a faraway land, my sister Lissette and I used to sleep every night under a flowery canopy that pretty much looked like a gypsy tent... It covered our entire bed, and it was something more of a necessity than anything else. This tent was suppose to be a mosquito net to protect us from the constant mosquito bites that caused our skin to swell and itch for several days, but mosquito nets and luxuries such as that was simply out of the question back then. So when someone left us some unwanted fabric that was either too old or too ugly to be transformed into little girls' dresses, we got our canopy made. It was hot under it, and the humidity level excruciating. I remember sweating profusely at night; unable to see what danger or mystery lurked in the dark outside our tent... yet, still smiling under our enchanted roof... a shimmering glow of pink embracing us...

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