Tonight as I was clearing my tables at work I noticed
the cutest 4 year old black girl on the stage with
her admiring fans, aka her family, capturing every swing
of her hips and twist of her tummy.All the women around
her were trying to get her to immitate the hula. As this
wee sprout attempted to impress her family that was already
eating up everything she was doing, I knew I was
watching some part of a video that her mum would watch
in fourteen years and cry over.
She'll ask herself- where did my little girl with braids and a lei around her neck go?
I, in my hideous mumu that makes my hips look as wide as Russia, came to the conclusion that my days of being coddled and video'd are quite over.
And pathetically this made me kinda sad. As much I've LOVED my independence these past sinco months, every few moons I miss being
a little girl.
(childhood bestie and I)