Hues of Love

Wisteria

WISTERIA

This is how love is born - with warm hands, hugs that embrace three lives at once, and an amethyst wrapped in white blankets. Marya was a mother. She held another life in her hands, another girl with little wisps of hair and baby teeth.

Another girl who would be fed on love, who would watch it change seasons between colors not even recognized in the rainbow. She would wake up in a room filled with love.

Marya made a promise to the little girl. She would not wake up in a love of pale pink - not one of naievty. Her love would be a promise. A wish of kindness and affection for a little girl and everything she would be. A love that would not waver in the torrents she would face. A love that would be real, or as close to real as could be.

Marya sealed the vow in a name bestowed with a kiss - and that is how love began for Arlene.