Let Me Tell You

“So, tell me about yourself.”

“Me? Well, there’s not anything particularly interesting about me.”

“Tell me about your social life, your favorite book, your family… anything.”

“Well… My mom was the one who wanted me to do this.”

“Oh, interesting.”

“Yeah, but Dad was against it. He said I was strong enough to make it without. Mom convinced him that I was strong enough, but I might need the extra help. She’s like that. Always thinking about others before herself, always giving, never worrying about herself. She’s beautiful too. She has brown hair and blue eyes. Nothing particularly special, but she is. Maybe it’s her personality that makes her look more beautiful to those who know her, because that’s flawless too.”

“Hm…”

“And my dad, he’s the person I looked up to the most. Every time I fell off my bike, messed up a recipe, or couldn’t figure out a school assignment, he made me try again until I could get it right. He has short brown hair with speckles of grey in it, he calls it his ‘highlights’ because he knows it’ll make me laugh.”

“Well-”

“And my little brother. Mikey, he’s something. Sweet as sugar, but stubborn. He’s a part of Mom and Dad. He always aces his college classes, and lives with Mom and Dad because they need him. He’s got brown hair and soft brown eyes, like Dad.”

 “Ok, Ms. Eleanor-”

“I’m sorry, but I realize I forgot someone. My grandma. She lives with my parents because her house was revoked last year, and she has dementia so my parents thought she would be better with them than in a nursing home. She’s the sweetest, with her grey-white hair and blue eyes. She’s my mom’s mom. I read books to her, sing to her, and play the piano for her. She adores the piano, and she’s the reason I started playing, because she loved it so much.”

“Ms. Eleanor?”

“Yes?”

“Your family died in a house fire two months ago.”