#watercolour of a princess -- was hanging above the washing machine

[onlyfangz]

sleepover ask game! tell me your fav memory

this made a man tear up a little ngl

Favourite memory: Every weekend I used to stay with my Gran, and when she was preparing dinner in her little yellow kitchen, the door barely scraping past the edge of the kitchen table, she'd look out the window, and you could see far past all the houses, all the gardens, all the roads, right to the horizon of the sea, and as she was looking, she'd absent-mindedly sing old Scottish dance hall songs to me.

I'd curl up on one of the wooden chairs, the threadbare cushions scratching the backs of my thighs and sing along with her while I watched her bob around, the scent of cooking and cheap hairspray she used to lacquer her perm down catching my nose.

On rare sunny days, the light would hit the water just right, spreading golden rays through the little dilapidated flat, the butterfly suncatcher I made her that hung off the window frame throwing reds and oranges in every direction, and they'd catch off my face. She'd turn to me, and with every ounce of adoration she could muster into her thinning voice, she'd tell me I was gorgeous.

She lost her mind to dementia, and her flat has long been sold on. I have no idea where that stupid plastic butterfly suncatcher is anymore, but the last I saw it, the colours had faded out, barely leaving the suggestion of red around the black rims. I'd like it back if it's still around, though.