My Cousin

It was a fine afternoon. As usual, I sat by my window . . . daydreaming and thinking of so many things regarding my life and my future. When someone passed by that disturbed my solitude . . . he took my breath for awhile.

When he saw me, he smiled at me (good that I regain my composture). It was one of the gorgeous and rare smile that I've ever seen. I smiled back, ofcourse, as charmingly as I could. What adds to my admiration was his pair dark eyes and red lips.

He asked me, "does Mrs. Lorry Hart live here?". Huh? How come he knew my mother's name. I answered, "Yes, she's my mother." He continued, "Probably, you are Vanessa, Aunt Lory's daughter". I wonder why he knew me while it was the first time in my life that I have seen him. "Hi! I'm James, your cousin. I am the son of your mom's cousin". Whaaaat?!

I am dissapointed upon knowing he was really indeed my cousin. Mom told me that he's taking his vacation with us while his parents were still abroad. She also apologized of not telling me about him and his family. In the long run, I accepted the truth and the feelings I had for him - gone with the wind.