MIASA EMAILS HER DRAWING

I had no idea I was this cute. Especially in red, on brown paper. The swooping curve that shapes my tilted head, with its commanding brow, is a bit more pointed than I think it is, and my chin has an authority I presumed I'd lost, but Miasa restores it all with that one glaring right eye, the other eye curled in a savvy wink - or maybe it's got some pizza in it - above that big round nose I wouldn't have said was that big or that round - or in that place, exactly - but what do we know in red crayon about how we really look to others, especially a new other, like half a set of little twin girls who hasn't seen me in weeks, that's like ten years to her - we grownups change so fast - and wisely she left out my long white hair which anyway wouldn't have done justice to the bright scarlet she used, the more accurately to convey my passionate nature, so I don't mind, I'm pretty metaphoric by now anyway; she's also given me that sly, knowing smirk I used to have, back when I knew everything; she must have caught a glimpse of it, so I guess the illusion returns on occasion, especially when minding twin toddlers in no uncertain terms, but I honestly can't recall ever being this cute in my life, not even in red. It's good to know I've still got it at this age, even as seen only fleetingly by brand-new eyes. Thanks, Miasa. And a wink for you.