Those little things…
The day I took this photo a year ago I was in the car painting my lips. We were going to a restaurant and I wanted to look good. The floor was a bit unregular and there was a big bump… Honestly I felt decieved cause for tenths of a second I thought that it was going to be like the movies and I was going to paint my hole face dramatically. But no. It was worse. I painted the ceiling of the car and ruined the lipstick. Got shocked not knowing if laugh, stay silent and act fool… Would my parents k*ll me or just laugh? Cause they have always been so gentle, sometimes more like friends but… I mean, I painted the car… Probably game over for me. My grandma was sat next to me, she’s the one who usually acts like a mischievous kid but maybe it was too bad this time. Stay in silence or say something? There were just a few more minutes before arriving but couldn’t decide. I looked at my grandma for a few seconds, she was admiring the landscape but then I guess she felt my eyes on her. She looked at me and kind of asked with her eyes what was happening to me, cause I was acting weird. I was still shocked, and started sweating with the now ruined lipstick in my hand. She looked at it, saw it was ruined but still couldn’t understand. I pointed with my other hand in direction of the pink spot in the ceiling and I know and pray I’ll never forget her face.
Joy got fast on her eyes and a thunderous laughter erupted from her throat. She started laughing so bad, and I of course started laughing like crazy too. Goodbye to the stress, it endend up being a chill reaction once again (Lucky me for having this family). We both were almost crying, not able to speak or breath. My mum and grandpa started smiling without understanding, just knowing we were doing something again, grandmother and granddaughter (It’s something usual between us both to be laughing for doing bad things hahah) then after laughing for so long we made it to explain what happened, and then restarted but now the four of us under the threats (joking) of my mum. I have always been so clumsy. Of course this is just a ‘now what, honey’? But I won’t forget that day because of the laugh of my grand mother and how lucky I felt for having this simple and beautiful family. It was a random day and it’s just a little stupid thing that happened, but became a core memory. Cause happiness stays in those little silly things.
