I DON’T KNOW ENGLISH VERY WELL. I JUST WANT TO IMPROVE IT.
I’M NOT A WRITER.
IF YOU SAW A MISTAKE, LET ME KNOW.
“You look beautiful!”
Said Mrs Bowlin the last time primped dress’s folds and standing back.
Eli looked at her reflection in the mirror.
In cream, with thin, brown strips, simple, waist seam dress, with long, extending downwardly sleeves and modest, rectangular neckline she looked presentable.
She watched precisely lengthened dress’s and sleeves’s hem. Fortunately gray fabric suited, ideally harmonizing with warm colors. The small corrections were necessary, because her mother was lower than she and the dress originally showed Eli’s ankles and the sleeves were too short. They ended above her wrists.
She studied her face. In spite of symptoms of tiredness and stress she was pretty. Her features were soft and brown eyes contrasted with light, curly hair. The people said that she had beautiful smile and her father, who always was proud of his daughter, considered that her smile was God’s blessing.
Eli came closer to a standing on a table basket and took out a yellow flower. She smelled it, delighting pleasure fragrance.
“I love Narcissi.” She said turning to Mrs Bowlin her shining eyes. “They always grew in Spring in our garden…”
“You mentioned it.” Answered warmly Mrs Bowlin.
“Thank you.” Said Eli, hugging the old woman. “Thank you.” She said again.
Mrs Bowlin stand back. She took Eli’s hand in hers and asked:
“Why are you crying?”
“I-I, I cry tears of joy. Said Eli through tears.
“Oh Eli! You wonderful child”. Said Mrs Bowlin, hugging her. “If everyone was so kind like you, for sure the world would be better.”