By M. Conant Carr
Auntie looked at her niece with narrowed eyes and a rigidly closed mouth, holding back deadly bullet words. She scrunched her nose as if smelling rotten fish.
Why would Auntie hate her so much? It wasn’t jealousy. The older woman was plain, bordering on ugly—but so was the girl. The niece had an idea. Auntie was seeing herself, years ago, and felt disgust. The girl wasn’t even there. Only the woman, seeing herself in a live human mirror.
The niece had a solution. She smiled, took her hand. “I hope I grow up to look as beautiful as you, Auntie.”
Touché and well done!
A sweet finish to the smell of the rotting fish!!
May we all have such wisdom and grace.
A fresh insight and solution to family friction.
Kindness wins!