She came in
All eyes on her
I cringed
The conversation stopped
She had to be center
Every Christmas
Every Thanksgiving
It was always the same
I watched them
They all laughed at her jokes
Someone took her coat
They loved her laugh
I hated it
Too loud, too fake
She was the fun one
I was the serious one
I could not get a word in edgewise,
sideways or upside down.
Her stories had all been told before
Spoken with a loud laugh
Embellished way past the actual facts.
She didn’t tell lies exactly
The truth just evaded her
Like I did.
Her children cringed too
Her oldest disappeared
Her youngest tried to be like her
I went outside where it was quiet
I watched the smaller kids dodge and duck
Here was real laughter
I took some pictures
I zoomed in on faces
I wasn’t the only one
Lost in a crowd
Overshadowed by shadows.
She was always the sunshine
I was always the shadow
Later she left
The room sighed in relief
The conversations resumed
The room more quiet
More subdued
More relaxed
She was hard to keep up with
I never understood why they tried
This is excellent! Made me think of an uncle I have like that, especially the stories that had been heard a thousand times and always changed. He’s a lot of fun, but hard to keep up with the energy.