The Faded Barrette
Today as I sat down at my desk, I noticed something beside my notebook. It was one of my barrettes from when I was a little girl. I looked at the barrette a little closer, it was once a pink barrette in the shape of a bow, but now the pink has started to fade into a yellowish orange. It reminds me of when I was young and I would look at some of my mom’s things. Like looking through her faded scrapbook, seeing pictures that the edges had started to turn another color, and even seeing her wedding dress change from the beautiful white color I had seen in pictures. I didn’t think of my mom as old but I realized then things don’t last forever and with time things change. Seeing my own things starting to fade, makes me realize I am getting older. I am not saying I am ancient, but I am no longer the young girl I was. Time has passed. Things have changed and I am no longer playing with dolls and clipping my hair back with bow shaped barrettes. Those many years ago I would dr...