09-06-2016, 05:51 PM
now don’t you understand…that I’m never changing who I am?
What do you want to be, Auntie Reagan?...
To be asked such a question when one is well over 100 years old is almost cruel. The days stretch onwards with no sense of ending, and yet, there is always something to do, something to be…someone to be. Reagan was a diplomat; a mother; a lover; a lady. She had been so many things to so many different people that the concept of being anything as simple as a princess or a bumble bee was inconsequential to her. And yet, looking at Elora and how blissfully happy she was, She understood not for the first time that perhaps, her perception of the world was a bit…jaded.
And so while the scales fell from her eyes, she looked longingly at the little girl and nuzzled the side of her cheek from where she’d flopped over Reagan’s belly, and said in a quiet voice. “All Auntie Reagan wants to be, child, is happy. And right now I’m happy just being with you.”
To be asked such a question when one is well over 100 years old is almost cruel. The days stretch onwards with no sense of ending, and yet, there is always something to do, something to be…someone to be. Reagan was a diplomat; a mother; a lover; a lady. She had been so many things to so many different people that the concept of being anything as simple as a princess or a bumble bee was inconsequential to her. And yet, looking at Elora and how blissfully happy she was, She understood not for the first time that perhaps, her perception of the world was a bit…jaded.
And so while the scales fell from her eyes, she looked longingly at the little girl and nuzzled the side of her cheek from where she’d flopped over Reagan’s belly, and said in a quiet voice. “All Auntie Reagan wants to be, child, is happy. And right now I’m happy just being with you.”