the woman who owns cafe ballou
She's probably in her early 40s, or maybe she's older but just looks younger. She runs a nice cafe on Western and Augusta, and she always remembers me when I come in. Her face lights up when she sees children, she's always gracious to the elderly, and she's friendly to everybody who visits the shop.
the sweet lady where i work
I swear, this woman is the closest thing to Audrey Hepburn I have ever met. She is disarmingly charming, with bright eyes and an easy smile. She is stylish in a Banana Republic way, and she walks with a tiny swish in her hips. She speaks a little bit of French, and her gentle wrinkles came from years of smiling. I get flustered around her because I want to grow up to be as classy and kind as she is.
my maternal grandmother
She's dead now, and before she was dead she suffered from Alzheimer's. I remember her always being sweet to me when I was little, telling me that my hair was the color of honey. She never learned how to drive, so my grandfather had to drive her around Park Ridge. When the Alzheimer's became really severe, the last thing she forgot was "Jesus Loves Me." She was a devout Christian, and I think it's admirable to love something so much that it's literally the last thing on your mind.
She's probably in her early 40s, or maybe she's older but just looks younger. She runs a nice cafe on Western and Augusta, and she always remembers me when I come in. Her face lights up when she sees children, she's always gracious to the elderly, and she's friendly to everybody who visits the shop.
the sweet lady where i work
I swear, this woman is the closest thing to Audrey Hepburn I have ever met. She is disarmingly charming, with bright eyes and an easy smile. She is stylish in a Banana Republic way, and she walks with a tiny swish in her hips. She speaks a little bit of French, and her gentle wrinkles came from years of smiling. I get flustered around her because I want to grow up to be as classy and kind as she is.
my maternal grandmother
She's dead now, and before she was dead she suffered from Alzheimer's. I remember her always being sweet to me when I was little, telling me that my hair was the color of honey. She never learned how to drive, so my grandfather had to drive her around Park Ridge. When the Alzheimer's became really severe, the last thing she forgot was "Jesus Loves Me." She was a devout Christian, and I think it's admirable to love something so much that it's literally the last thing on your mind.
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