Sinful
She needed help, she needed my help.
She grabbed my hand securely. “You are really an angel trapped in a wrong place…” Her eyes turned to me, warming within seconds, “You know you not only have a beautiful face but your soul is what stands out first…” I had heard it many times but today I need to hear it the most. “…If you’d ever need a shoulder to cry on or even a story to tell, whisper Cindy, I’ll be a foot away,” Her Texan accent got my ears up.
I blushed, all thankful. Again fantasising if she could be my sister, life would have been less difficult and more so beautiful. “You are a nice person among all,” I beamed, catching her flush this time.