citrus

Citrus.
Citrus cannot write, but she will try. She doesn’t have so much a story as a point of view.
Citrus always had knowingness about her. At least she thinks so. When she looks back at baby pictures she can see it in her eyes. Her elder sister Joe had a baby frowniness about her and her other sister Law had a baby duhness about her. Citrus, she was different. She wishes somehow that she hadn’t been. Babies aren’t supposed to be knowing. She thought the world of her sisters. I wonder what they thought of her.
Citrus grew, as children do and she wonders what sort of child she was. Yes, she remembers her mother chasing her around the house with a plate of food to make her eat. She remembers that she was scared of the last room. She’s still a teeny weeny bit afraid of the dark. But then, isn’t everybody?And in her defense, the last room was scary after dark. She was terrible at street cricket. She couldn’t for the life of her figure out why. Perhaps she had bad hand eye co-ordination. Maybe she still does. Either that or she closed her eyes every time the ball came in the vicinity of her self.
She grew some more. She didn’t make any friends. At least any that are worth mentioning.
She started to notice boys very, very late. They started to notice her even later.
But there was this one. The very first time she saw him, she knew he simply wasn’t someone she would have even considered liking, but she did. That’s a whole different story.
A few years later she grew, not so much in stature but in mind and even that not so much vertically, perhaps laterally. I can’t be sure.
She even made a friend or more correctly, the friend made her. And then she found another one. A sister became a friend and a friend became a sister. The best.
She knows what she wants to do. She’s just not so sure how, and because of this she says nothing of it.
Citrus sometimes wonders [not very often and mostly when she has nothing else to do] what she will end up being. Like everybody else, she hopes something good. She doesn’t worry too much about it. For now, she just is.