She sat on the porch, soaking up the sunlight. It was a beautiful day. Isn't it always nowadays? She breathed the thick, warm air into her lungs and kicked her blackened bare feet up on the railing. Hands behind her head, tilting the chair back to a balanced perfection, she smiled. Life is beautiful. Friends for miles. Not even superficial friends. But, good-hearted, loving, selfless friends. Bare feet with the kind of bright red nail polish that made you know you were never so happy in your whole life. Yellow birds calling the nearest trees their home. A previously unmarked passion for art. A newfound independence, a newfound honesty and a newfound realization.
Mama was right about falling in love.
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