Ode to Jessica
She’s the girl no one understood. From another culture but similar to mine. With an open mind, I approached her and introduced myself and realized quickly she was a misunderstood islander who was hurt but lived on.
While she suffered many deaths and murders in her hometown she worked and provided for her brother and family back home. She would smile and joke around with me and was timed and gentle yet playful and quick to defend or stand up for herself. She was hilarious and her witty ways yet sweet when she shared stories of her family.
She reminded me of my own family and always had me remember them and my childhood memories. Until that one day, Jessica came to work, and her eyes were gray.
Not a single person you meet is by chance.
Her father died, she was lied to by family and she had to step up to the plate. As hardheaded as they believed she was she made decisions while others played around and wasted time questioning their choices and hers.
She then changed. While she was more reserved with everyone, I was worried she would ever return to her normal self. But in one private conversation, Jessica was still there. Her smile, her jokes, her snappy attitude and her love for her hygiene and fashion radiated through again.
Her eyes widened and regained their color once I was able to get past her current pain. Jessica may not be the same but she’s still there. I’m glad she was. That’s a strong woman. That’s not a little girl. Jessica held her own. While many others judged her before learning about her and her culture, I wanted to understand her and I knew she appreciated it.
That’s what we’re called to do.
Understand one another. It may not mean we need to agree with each other’s decisions and ideas and although we can’t get rid of conflict completely, we know that we can lessen friction between one another with a simple understanding gesture.
I’ll never forget you, Jessica.
Keep it up, young lady.