Beautiful Melody

Nancy was digging through my shirts, pulling some out she looked them over and setting some to the side and others back into the closet. I watched her closely taking a few shirts and slipping them back into the closet knowing they would not fit her. “Maybe I should wear a dress.” Nancy commented to herself as she began looking through the dresses. “We all know you’ll grab ten different outfits.” I rolled my eyes with a laugh. “How about this one?” she held up a low cut mini black dress. “How about no.” “Why not?” she protested. “Because its nothing a 13 year old should wear.” I reasoned. Nancy eyed me carefully deciding if she could change my mind, with a sigh she put it back and continued looking through my clothes.