MariaShe is sixteen years old and she wears white. She is only a child, although she longs to grow up and take flight. She is a little bird, trapped by her family. Not trapped, though she may see it that way. We protect her. It is not easy, to be an adult. She will see, she will see. But for now, we will hold her a little longer, in white, a child for one more day.Maria by evlexa
She is not content to wear white. She is too eager to grow up, she thinks it exciting. It is anything but, I try to tell her, but she will not listen. How I wish I could be a child again. I, only three years older than her. I, in pink and red and purple, I long to wear white again. She consents to be a child now, if only for a day. She will not wait much longer.
Something has happened to her. Someone has happened to her. She dances around and drapes herself in colors, all the colors she can find. This is not how I remember is. I was this joyful too, but it was gone too quickly. She will lose this joy, and it will crush her. I sti