Swimsuit Narrative

At the height of my removal from my present, realism did snatch me back and when it did I inquired of Alexis, “Did you bring your swimsuit?” “No.” Alexis said. “Don’t you want to swim in the cenote today?” I asked. “No. I’ve been here as an exchange student for almost a year, Grandma. Remember? I’ve swam in it before,” Alexis informed me; then removed my hand which had held onto her arm since the start of our treacherous decent. She placed her hand on my shoulder and looked me squarely in the eyes and said, “How about you, Grandma. You getting in?” “Me, no way. And yes, I remember to the day how long my oldest granddaughter has been away and in a country tormented with violence, at that. Your lips are still on my mirror, just where you smooched it with red lipstick, the day you left. Remember you did …show more content…
The way life throws your grandma curves, she’s learned to hold onto the good that comes her way. I wasn’t naïve and I didn’t share those thoughts with Alexis. Life would be throwing me a curve real soon and no matter how dead-set or how much I kicked against the prick, the fact was, when Alexis left her mother’s home almost a year ago and flew off to Mexico, she left still a bubbling teenager, still leaving her grandma kisses on the mirror. I wasn’t naïve to the fact that when she returned in a matter of a few months, she would return as a young adult, and probably too much so to leave her grandma kisses on a mirror, any longer. Life on her own in a country thousands of miles from home, had grown her up. And no way would the clock turn back, now, just for me. I took Alexis’ hand from my shoulder and locked fingers with her, enduringly. I admired her 5 feet 4, 120 pounds, light caramel skin, with an unquestionable pretty face – perfectly painted, and on display against a bushy, black head of hair, and a body to die for. Pretty enough, I thought, on any day she could have given Bathsheba and Delilah a run for their