A Special Little Girl
Fifteen years ago I had the pleasure of getting to know a 9 year old little girl whose name was Adrian. Adrian came into my life when I was with an ex boyfriend and living in Oakland, CA. We lived on a corner house and in that house also lived my exes mother and she was the one who used to babysit Adrian from the time she was a baby until she started going to school at around 5 years old.
I met Adrian one day before I moved to Oakland when I was still living in another city. Adrian was a smart as they come. She was very polite and kind. She was quiet at first until she really got to know you and then she would talk non-stop almost about anything and everything. She liked cartoons, coloring, drawing and playing with her dolls. She also liked walking to the corner store with me. Adrian had an older brother and she lived with a single mom.
On this day when I met Adrian, it was a school holiday and I didn't have to work so I went to visit with my then boyfriend and we went to his mom's house and there was Adrian, dressed all in white, white shorts and a white tee shirt. She had long hair and little bows at the ends holding the braids tight so they wouldn't come apart.
She didn't have on shoes and I had come to learn later that she really didn't like wearing shoes in the house. She stood close to her babysitter whom she called Ma. I introduced myself and she smiled and said hello to me. Then she asked if I would like one of her juice boxes that her mom had packed in her back pack for lunch. She offered me the cherry one and said that I could have it because strawberry punch was her favorite. I laughed and then gladly accepted it.
We ate peanut butter sandwiches that day along with juice from boxes and bananas. She told me about herself, her mom and her big brother whom she adored. She told me she liked to draw and color and liked red tulips and chocolate candy. She liked running and playing outside and her best friend was a girl name Brazil. She and Brazil had met in that same house when they were both 2. Adrian hated the color pink and thought that color was too girly. But, she did like yellow although she thought almost the same about that color but yellow was the color of the sun and she liked that.
I saw Adrian several more times over the next couple of years on school vacations and holidays and when she was too sick to go to school. She used to wonder why I didn't have kids because I was such a good person. I used to tell her that I hoped to have a daughter just like her one day. She liked that.
I haven't seen Adrian since she and her mom moved to Southern California. Her mom got a new job and was moving there with her grandma. She was excited and sad about leaving but she knew that she would also be okay. She hugged me before she left and gave me a picture of herself which she had drawn so I wouldn't ever forget her.
Today Adrian is a grown woman. She is in her early 20's and she might even have a daughter of her own. I don't know. I hope she is happy and I hope that she still has that same twinkle in her eyes she had when she was 9 years old. And I most definitely won't ever forget her.
She is unforgettable and I am so happy that I got the chance to know her. I think she would be happy to know that I eventually did have a son of my own whom I now share peanut butter sandwiches and juice from a box with.
I met Adrian one day before I moved to Oakland when I was still living in another city. Adrian was a smart as they come. She was very polite and kind. She was quiet at first until she really got to know you and then she would talk non-stop almost about anything and everything. She liked cartoons, coloring, drawing and playing with her dolls. She also liked walking to the corner store with me. Adrian had an older brother and she lived with a single mom.
On this day when I met Adrian, it was a school holiday and I didn't have to work so I went to visit with my then boyfriend and we went to his mom's house and there was Adrian, dressed all in white, white shorts and a white tee shirt. She had long hair and little bows at the ends holding the braids tight so they wouldn't come apart.
We ate peanut butter sandwiches that day along with juice from boxes and bananas. She told me about herself, her mom and her big brother whom she adored. She told me she liked to draw and color and liked red tulips and chocolate candy. She liked running and playing outside and her best friend was a girl name Brazil. She and Brazil had met in that same house when they were both 2. Adrian hated the color pink and thought that color was too girly. But, she did like yellow although she thought almost the same about that color but yellow was the color of the sun and she liked that.
I saw Adrian several more times over the next couple of years on school vacations and holidays and when she was too sick to go to school. She used to wonder why I didn't have kids because I was such a good person. I used to tell her that I hoped to have a daughter just like her one day. She liked that.
I haven't seen Adrian since she and her mom moved to Southern California. Her mom got a new job and was moving there with her grandma. She was excited and sad about leaving but she knew that she would also be okay. She hugged me before she left and gave me a picture of herself which she had drawn so I wouldn't ever forget her.
Today Adrian is a grown woman. She is in her early 20's and she might even have a daughter of her own. I don't know. I hope she is happy and I hope that she still has that same twinkle in her eyes she had when she was 9 years old. And I most definitely won't ever forget her.
She is unforgettable and I am so happy that I got the chance to know her. I think she would be happy to know that I eventually did have a son of my own whom I now share peanut butter sandwiches and juice from a box with.
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