The Metamorphic Of A Blur
When Lidia was younger, she could sense when she wasn’t wanted. Being invisible in such a large family, it was easy to be ignored. Back then, being the baby in the family was somewhat of a burden. She learned very early how to entertain herself to ease the loneliness.
This was Lidia first year in school and she was excited. There would be kids her age, and she was looking forward to making friends. Her mother combed her hair, but it was too short for ribbon. Lidia wound up with a head full of small plaits sticking up like spites. Dressing very carefully in her best hand-me-down dress and a pair of hand-me-down shoes two sizes to big, she hurried to the bus stop. Ignoring the children snickers; bowing her head, Lidia moved to the back of the bus. No one spoke or sat beside her.
It was a foggy morning. The bus moved at a snail’s pace through the wanning whiteness. Her mind shut out everything except an occasional soundless bird gliding through the branches. Like Lidia, this world seemed to be a black and white blur with no defining colors, just ghostly silhouettes seen in the corner of others’ eyes.
She was the last one of the bus; head held high and a smile plastered across her face. After such a long period of being a blur, she eagerly embraced her visibility. Even though everyone was laughing at her, this was indeed the happiest day of her life!