The flu has hit my house and it tagged her first. On a scale of 1 to purple her under eye circles are a screaming shade of violet. Her skin, pallid. I made her a eucalyptus steam bath in my bathroom and sat with her. We exchanged stories about her youth. She says she was prettier in the summer than she is now and I asked her why?
“I’m pale, my hair is multi-colored and I have no leg muscles”.
I smiled from the inside. She believes muscles make her beautiful. And I believe she’ll always be beautiful just the way she is.
The flu sucks.