I. Just Another Saturday at Miller's
Meli took care to avoid the cracks that peppered the sidewalk on this street; this was not a route that she would normally take, but she wanted to get to the museum before the crowds arrived. She pressed her lips together as if tasting tangy citrus on her tongue, and breathed through her pursed lips to soothe what seemed to be about the tenth migraine threatening to creep up into her temples and take hold. It pinned one side of her head to an invisible board in pulsating prickles that throbbed in time with the lighshow behind her eyes. She honestly did not get these incapacitating episodes. She had always been relatively healthy, never suffered more than the common cold in her life, not even her childhood was littered with the usual infant ailments. Why now? Why get these debilitating headaches in her mid-twenties?
Our family was the type that took all major trips together. No, don’t get excited just yet—“major” to our family way of thinking was anything that didn’t fall under the realm of day to day traveling: to school, to work, to the grocery store. So nothing like elaborate vacations, or day trips to see the giant redwoods, or camping at the lake, like other families. We did go to Disney land twice as a family. Once, when I was about seven or eight years old, and what I remember from that was my dad riding Space Mountian with me and my sister and enjoying much more than we did. The second time was when my sister and I were young adults. We had brought my then-boyfriend, now ex-husband along on the trip that time. You know, it did turn out to be the Happiest Place on Earth, if you catch my drift. Wink. But that’s a story for another time.
The sisters had not seen Tiffany for a few months now and they were excited to finally be making another trip to Millbrae. Tiff was a dear college friend of Jenna, the older of the sisters, and had moved to the Bay Area a few years ago with her husband and two young children. The younger sister, Minnie, was especially looking forward to the visit; she would be bringing her new boyfriend with her, and she was eager for Tiff to meet him and find out what she thought of him.
Taking inventory of the parts of me that constitute my personality, my strength and fears, and my accomplishments and (yes) my failures, I eventually find myself looking towards the women who have featured in different parts of my life and helped to form who I have developed into, and who I have become.