twenty-two LiamLeni sits on the floor of her studio, her legs out to her side. She’s wearing a flowy sundress, a pale yellow, like the first rays of sunshine that warm the earth each morning. Her locks, the color of sweet cinnamon, are curled, cascading over her shoulders in waves. The bright sun streams in through the windows, seemingly pointed directly on her, showcasing her in light. In profile, she looks like a Grecian goddess.
My goddess.
She hasn’t noticed me yet, and I’m glad. I welcome the stolen moment, appreciating all that she is—all that’s now mine. I love watching her in her element. There’s a certain quality a person who is truly happy radiates, and I think that Leni is filled with joy, maybe for the first time in her life. The best part is that she finally realizes it. She
