Kayli, a petite and curious seven year old, was our first foster child. She had been with us for nearly a year. It was quite a struggle at first. But, we finally came to understand each other. I grew very fond of that little girl.
One afternoon, she watched intently while I put on lipstick as we were getting ready to leave the house. I decided to try a bolder, reddish color I seldom wore. After carefully applying it, I examined my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Hmm, not bad. I thought.
“Elizabeth,” Kayli said.
“Yeah, Kayli,” I said closing the tube of lipstick while still admiring the color.
“Are you trying to scare people?” Her face held the look of serious contemplation.
“Uh, no!” I took another look at my reflection, then wiped off the lipstick. “I was just trying it on.” The humor of the comment hit me hard and I broke out in laughter.
Kayli joined me with her own laughter then suddenly stopped laughing. Her eyebrows quickly furrowed.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh, Kayli girl!” I said giving her a squeeze. “I appreciate your innocent sincerity!”
“Huh?” She said.
“You are just too cute!”
“Oh,” she smiled, then looked at her own reflection in the mirror.
~ Child’s name has been changed.
By ~ Elizabeth Yalian ©2013