Once upon a time my Dad’s Mother looked at me and said, ” not everyone can be pretty or beautiful. ”
My cousin who was sitting next to her was pale and blond and from what I understood- a beautiful child.
I had dark hair, dark skin. I was refrered to at times by her as ” sallow” and slow.
“You should work on a talent.”
I decided to take my Grandmother’s advice and I decided to sing.
I learned songs from the radio, I learned all of the songs I heard my family sing. I even made up my own songs. I asked for my own record player and went to church with my friend so I could sing in the Children’s Choir.
One day I decided to sing a few songs for my Grandmother and she sat there until I was done and then she smiled and then she laughed and then she said,
” Maybe you should work on your personality.”
I was seven years old at the time.
I didn’t know what ” personality” was but I was sure I probably didn’t have that either.
Daily Prompt: Song