Monday, December 3, 2018
Virginia Suk-yin Ng
“You’re married. You’re a married person. You’re a wed woman! You have a husband…” Melanie says, french braiding Sadie’s hair.
Sadie wiggles and writhes, “Mama, you’re pulling!”
“Oh, hush, my angel…” She rolls her eyes at me.
Yesterday was a beautiful overwhelming mess and Todd was perfect in his blue suit. I’m so glad I chose to wear red. “You look like a flamenco dancer!” Sadie had said.
Melanie finishes the braids and kisses the top of her daughter’s head. Since turning five, Sadie has exploded personality and spunk. “She reminds me of you,” Mel says.