When I was a little girl of about five years old, I became very aware of how pretty and feminine my mother was. It bothered me that she was so glamorous looking and I was so plain. I especially loved her red nail polish.
One day I asked my dad why she was so beautiful and I was not. I think he was shocked that I was so aware of physical appearances at such a young age and even more so that I wanted to be anything more than the little five year old I was. I can almost recall the sadness on his face as he realized that I didn't think I was pretty. Without a doubt, he already thought I was beautiful. He pressed me further and learned that it was the red nail polish and lipstick that I was smitten with. I thought that if I could wear those things I would suddenly be perfectly beautiful just like my mother was. I cried a little bit while we were talking.
Several days later, on a rainy Sunday, my father presented me with a gift. I was very excited and could hardly stand the suspense. It wasn't my birthday so I couldn't imagine why I was receiving a gift all wrapped up and tied with a bow. He smiled at me as I ripped the paper open. Inside was a red bag, quilted, with a silver zipper. I opened the zipper and inside were two tubes of lipstick, red and pink, red nail polish, a package of emery boards, and a small bottle of hand lotion.
We opened the red polish and he painted my nails and then carefully applied just a little bit of lipstick for me. I thought I looked just as beautiful as my mother. It was a special afternoon. I knew in my young mind that he wanted to make a little wish of mine come true and I realized more than ever before how much he loved me.- Ann, NY
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