Adam found Sarah crying in her room. He hugged her as she told him about her latest argument with Ryan.
“I want the type of love you and Mom have..”
Adam remembered how he had courted his wife years ago and how many times they had almost let go.
“It’s not perfect, we have our own problems. It took us a long time to get here. You’ll get there too.” He replied wiping her tears.
“How is it that you and Mom never fight this much?”
Adam smiled and moved his hands “Sign language makes your arms pain after awhile.”
A line around her ankles and thighs, hazy outlines on her arms and a distinct neck line.
On the first day of school after the summer holidays they always compared tan lines. It used to be a measure of holiday excitement.
The things that had changed as she’d grown up.
Sunscreen had become a constant companion as she struggled to maintain her whitish complexion. She stayed in the shade and always made sure she was completely covered. All to keep him interested in her.
She didn’t know how to feel about the ring of pale flesh circling her finger.
“How much do you love me?”
The 8 year old girl smiled at her mother and spread her arms wide open saying “Thhhiisssss much.”
At 18, the sheets lay crumpled as she told her boyfriend she loved him enough to let him be her first.
She was 28 when she signed the register in a declaration of love as her fiancé became her husband.
One day at 38 her little boy had come home crying from the playground.
“Nobody likes me!”
“I love you baby” she said wiping his tears.
With outstretched arms she said “I love you thhhiisssss much!”