“Micah!” I cried out and held out my arms to her the way a squalling baby would to its loving mother.
Micah squatted down and wrapped me in her warm loving arms. She kissed my head and in her broken English, she said to me, “Al-bin listens to Micah. Maybe, not everything is supposed to last forever. Certain things like, like skywriting. Like a really beautiful thing that’s there for moments and then…” she twiddled her fingers as though magically making something disappear, “Al-bin knows?”
I sniffled and then began to bawl harder and I buried my face in her large breasts.
“Jacquelyyyyyn!” I howled.
“I know it hurt Al-bin.” She said.
“Yeah!” I blubbered as tears and snot mingled and ran down my face, soaking her breasts.