“I can’t believe you are a grandmother”, Yelena was often told. “You just don’t look like one.”
“It is the hair dye”, she would retort. “The day I stop using it, every year of mine would show.”
But she knew it wasn’t the hair dye. Even without it, she knew she’d look much younger than she was, though nowhere near as young as she felt.
For in her mind, Yelena was still a child- curious about the world, constantly seeking new experiences. Her body might have aged, but she was still young because she retained the enthusiasm of a child.
A Drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.