Red was out in the garden. She sat in the centre of all of the flowers, on her chest with her feet swinging and sticking up in the air. She hummed softly to herself before looking back at her sister wh sat quietly, absorbed in her books.
Maia felt eyes on her and she lifted her eyes from her book. Red still sat motionless. She looked so little in her eyes but Red denied it.
"I'm a little weird and we're all a little weird. Life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we form this weird little thing, and we call it love." ~Dr. Seuss
5000th post 8/3/13