“I wish I was on the moon. I’d be weightless then”, she told, seated on the arm of my chair.
I could see her worrying about her figure again. She knew she was an average build. I smiled and ignored that sentence.
“What’ll people say at the party next week? Oh, I’ve to go on a diet”, she continued. I could only smile at her fear. I ignored her again.
“Honey, tell something. I’m so anxious. What if they mock me? I’m, you know, ‘not slim’”, she said and put an arm around my neck.
“What are you worried for? You’re going to a family marriage party. Trust me; you’ll be the slimmest there. I think they’ll ask you for weight loss tips”, I told her, laughing.
She leant forward and kissed me. “You always know just what to say”, she said and went to the kitchen. I smiled watching her go. I knew the conversation would happen again very soon.