Juliette
It's a bright sunny morning.
I stop at the kitchen door and stare at my mother. She's in a yellow apron, making pancakes.
She's a beautiful woman with blue eyes. Her hair is long and dark with a few gray strands. She's the source of our beauty. She's fifty and fabulous. But it's not just her pretty face that makes her beautiful. It's her enormous heart. She's a loving wife. She's a caring mother. She was a wonderful teacher. She's just perfect in every way.
Mom slowly sips the wine in her glass as she flips the pancakes.
"Isn't it a little too early for wine?" I smile, walking into the kitchen.
"Isn't it a little too early to be judgemental, dear?" She scoffs. "Help me set the table."
"Mom, are you fine?"
"Everything's fine with a little wine." She winks. "Now go set the
