Beauty by Isabella Syzmanski

Beauty by Isabella Szymanski   I find beauty in the way light reflects on the dust specks in our kitchen. When I was young, I would spend my mornings eating my Cheerios and watching them. I would try to grab them. One day I was staring at them and my sitter noticed me. She decided to play a joke on a six-year-old and convinced me that they were fairies and if I caught one it would grant me a wish. So I spent all morning trying to get one, but every time my hand moved toward them the wind swept them further and further away. So this made it harder to grab a hold of one.         Then seeing as I was still at it, my sitter told me that if I caught one I would get a wish, but at a cost. It would die. Which, she explained, was why they were moving away from my hands.So I felt ashamed for trying to catch one in the first place because it would die for my selfish wish. And instead I just watched them go by in the air and thought about what a fairy would look like if I could just see it up close. Every now and then I still notice them float by and they always remind me of my childhood and that one day in the kitchen when I was six and I spared them.