[ WP ] She was something to behold .

She was something to behold. He looked down on his firstborn, miracle child. His wife and he had tried everything, from plain sex to artificial insemination, nothing both times. They had sex one night, one last go before giving up for a while. He looked onto his new daughter, who smiled back at him. Her relation to his wife was uncanny, she had the same excited, dopey smile he loved in her. He recalled that same smile as his wife walked out of the doctor ’ s office that day, telling them that this time really worked, it was really going to happen. 
 
 She was something to behold. Spots, her favorite kitty, had stripes. Beautiful, brown and gold and black and white stripes that travelled all over her, meeting all around, just as she had met her new friends. Starting kindergarten was hard, but she was getting used to it. Spots wasn ’ t allowed in school. School was yucky without Spots by her side, but she was always excited to go home and do work with her favorite companion. Her soft fur, her emerald eyes, her one black paw- it was all beauty to the small girl. 
 
 She was something to behold. Yessir, this vessel was quite possibly the only thing Captain Jeremy “ No Hands ” Jones loved in his long life. Her huge mast split apart the open sea like scissors gliding across wrapping paper. Her large sails billowed in the wind, and she creaked with age, but so did the Captain. The day she took both his hands, he wasn ’ t treatin her proper with all that rope pullin, so he deserved it. She wasn ’ t perfect, she had leaks and rust and no motor ( which made sailin on the high seas very complicated for the ol ’ Captain ), but the Captain had the same problems. 
 
 She was something to behold. Even after fifty years of being together, countless relationships, memories, and fights, Ethel looked at her best friend with only that thought in her head. Never had her friend failed to tell anyone the story of how they met, Ethel had moved and was transferred to her school, and she fought over Ethel with some other girl. Ethel chose her over the other girl, they had been friends ever since. She had seen her battle depression and anxiety from their middle school years. She had seen her work through her boy crazed phase, where she would hook up ( as her grandkids said these days ) with anyone available. College years almost split them, being two hours apart after being only 10 minutes apart almost ruined them. They got back into the groove of things after going to each other ’ s graduations. Countless boyfriends ( and some girlfriends ) littered the lives of the two, eventually they found two people who loved them dearly enough to get hitched. Luckily enough for the two, they were siblings. Their lives became more and more intertwined, raising children who were not only cousins, but best friends. Those kids raising more kids, becoming grandparents together, and eventually going to a nursing home together. And as Ethel saw her best friend being lowered into the ground, she smiled at the memories, and cried at the sudden lack of them. She was something to behold. 

