lysette grey // d12 . cbd3

lysette jules grey }

In the meadows, Papa would sit cross legged and I would sit in front of him, with my hands in my lap as he braided flowers into ginger hair and I'd smile with a gap tooth while he let me place dandelions in his beard. Mama always said I looked just like him, and I'd ask if that was a good sign or not and Papa would laugh deep enough to shake the tin roof. "Oh, you'll grow into it," she'd say; it's been a while, but I guess I'm still growing. 

And I play patty cake with the elderly neighbors now instead, now that Mama works in the mines and all, and I'm supposed to stay all day until she returns to pick me up. So of course, I run back to the meadows where Papa's buried, and braid more dandelions around the post before Mama comes back, and I tell her that it hurts without hurting, and she responds, "you'll grow into it."

I guess I'm still growing. 

[ l.j.g. ; district twelve, thirteen, female ]