"Sometimes I wanted to be like momma because momma was beautiful with skin so golden and pure you would have thought she came straight out of a treasure chest. Her hair spiraling into tight curls hanging a top her shoulders and eyes so big and full of hope. She had curves that could cause an accident if not paying attention, this was her flaw, she was a cautionary tale reeking havoc on whom so ever crossed her path. she had those long fingers and shiny nails that gripped onto you just when you tried to pull away. Full pink lips that looked as if they held a thousand wonders. Momma was a star in her own light and she knew it, owned it with ever fiber of her being. "