Sisters. High school age. College age. Stay at Home. Pandemic.
All possible addends for a firework equation. It's a Tuesday morning. I find them on the floor of one bedroom facing each other eye to eye knee to knee with make up palettes in-between. They are smiling, chatting, and content. As I walk in it's shared they are doing each other's make up. I wonder how this is going to go. They migrate to the bathroom. Make up is done and they are still smiling. The youngest said, I look like her - she did her make up like she does hers. I look. I ponder. I agree. So funny - it makes sense they would do their style of make up. That's what they know.
They migrate to the bathroom. The youngest has talked the older one into letting her pluck her eyebrows. She is willing and a little worried about it hurting. I just walk away and listen in from afar.
"It doesn't hurt what are you talking about."
"I might pluck my legs and shave less."
"That would take a long time."
"I have lots of time in quarantine."
"Do we have to do the other eyebrow?"
"You can't leave them uneven."
While listening in, I'm grateful they had this time. These uncharted territories have brought ups and downs. They seem to take turns. There's been friction adjusting to being together earlier than either had planned. The daily groove has been disrupted by each other. It's hard to accept what you can't control. I hope they remember this day during COVID19 where they could just hang out. Where they could smile, chat, and be content together.
PS - I wanted to burst right out, REALLY pluck your legs?
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