Another Selection

I put on a dress made with cheap materials. It was black and white reaching just above my knees and I was more than happy to wear it. This probably the most comfortable thing I have worn in my life. I looked in the mirror and determined the dress made me look good enough to be a performer, but I was definitely dressed down enough to look like a believable 5. I then grabbed a pair of worn down dress shoes from when I was 14. Man my feet used to be so small. I had a small battle putting on the shoes that ended with me falling on the ground and jumping all around the room. "Finally!" I gasped out. I heard a faint knock on the door.

"Are you alright sweetheart?" Oh oops

"Yeah I'm ok dad I should be out in 5 minutes." After the battle of the shoes I determined that it was time for just a very small amount of makeup. I put on some blush and then a small amount of mascara. I walked over to my closet that had a giant mirror on it. I pleased with how I looked even though in these flats I was still really tall. Well here I go. Time to ask personal and emotional questions to complete and utter strangers.

"Sweetheart are you ready now?" My dad asked sweetly for once.

"Yep coming out now." Time to show the world who I really want to be.

"Just be careful"

I started running, but yelled back, "will do!"

The streets started to look worse the more I ran. I knew at thus point that this was going to be hard. I slowed to a walk and started analyzing the face until one family in particular caught my attention. I pulled out my old beat up notebook from the 5th grade. It was a mother of four from what I could tell. They were covered from head to toe in dirt and only had a small bag to their name. I took heavy steps as I walked over. "Hello," I started, "my name is Tasia!" I tried to be cheerful, but it was hard looking at thus beat up family.

The Mother put on a smile and said, "Are you lost?"

"No, I just wanted to ask you a question. His did you get here?" I felt so insensitive asking, but I had to. She seemed shocked for moment and then I could see the wheels turning in her head.

"It is not a pleasant story, but here goes nothing. I once was a four and boy was I happy. I had comfortable house. Small, but comfy. My husband and I loved each other more than any thing and had four children. One day he became distant and secretive. It wasn't until a month later that I found out he had a new love of his life..." she broke out into tears. "Named Becky. He came to me stone faced and said that I needed to leave. That I was no longer welcome. He only let me take my two oldest boys and a little bit of food. I was infuriated yelled and screamed at him and then he slapped me. I do not take kindly to people taking advantage of me, so I mustered up all of my strength and I did the unimaginable. I didn't respond. I made face hard and stone-like. I then grabbed my children, the money I hid when he started being secretive, incase I needed and I most definitely did, and all of my belongings. I then walked out the door and sobbed as I walked five miles to end up here. I have lived here now for three years hoping to get a job, but no one wants to hire a woman. Especially a homeless woman. I hope with my story you and your dad can make a change."

"Ho.  How did you know?" I was baffled.

" I could just tell"