Meagan Wilder: A Short Story

The summer I spent with her was beautiful, every day was precious. We always spent time nestled up on the couch; it was something special and it was better than any beach trip or pool party that everyone was participating in. The summer of love may have been in 1967, but with her it was in 2016. She had a touch that was as warm as hot chocolate and her skin was as smooth as silk her hair was as wavy as the earths many rivers. Her eyes were beautiful and a lovely dark brown. I was in the presence of a Goddess, and her name was Meagan Wilder. She was 5’7 and the best thing I had ever seen walking in a sundress and sandals.
To see her in sundresses was a sight to behold I remember begging her to wear them every chance she could just because I loved the way it fit her. She sported a long olive green sundress which was my favorite it stopped a few inches above the ankles and didn’t show too much or too little, leaving few things to the imagination. Meagan never liked to look bad she loved make up she didn’t care if it was a family reunion or a
Her mom is her best friend and anyone who attempts to come in between that may be in for a rude awakening. Meagan and her mother have been inseparable since her birth. When she almost lost her mother she was very distraught. Her mom was in and out of the hospital daily for many months and there were days where it looked like she wouldn’t make it. As stressed as she was she continued to stay strong and continued to stick by her mother’s side , even when things took a turn for the worst. It hurt her because the thought of going to sleep and not knowing if her mother would be there the next morning frightened her. For her to fight through was just astonishing. She continued to stay strong and to pray even on the worst of days she would never break. Every day her mother was in the hospital was a test of her