When will it be enough for you?

The bleak look on the little girl’s face is warred off by the constant nagging of her known mother,

The aggravation the girl holds inside,

When will it be enough for the mother, tomorrow?

Next week?

She can’t keep going, the frustration, the stress can not be stored in the little girl any longer,

The summer in Cancun was boiling,
the sun was flaming with the sky,
the sun like an orange fireball in the blue water.
The water with its waves, striking my feet.
The sky becomes a dark blankness covering the sky.

She reaches out her hands.

Tightly grasping them around him.

In return he twirls her in the school hallways,

Laughing with joy.

“I love him!”

She tells me.

I’ve heard it about a thousand times.

He laughs, she laughs.

She tells me…