Everyone around her have been saying it to her, more often than she would have liked it. There was truth in it; she admitted it over the years but never warmed to the idea.
“There is a twinkle in your eyes”, they used to say. “It’s as if your eyes are expressing what's in your heart in a way that words can never express”.
She was mute since birth; she never had the ability to speak. This was a way for them to make her feel better, or at least try to do so. She was the darling of everyone around her. They felt very protective of her and her disability made her all the more precious. The twinkle in her eyes, according to them, made her extra special. But, to her, it was if that was all she was and nothing else mattered.
She was six years old when she heard it for the first time. She had no idea what a twinkle was, let one twinkle in one’s eyes. It made her think that there was something wrong with her eyes.
After hearing it for the first time, she ran away from the living room straight to the kitchen. There, she washed her eyes with water hoping to get the twinkle out. She knew that she was mature enough to not use soap. After a few minutes, when she came back to join the others, no one said anything about the twinkle anymore. By the end of the evening, she felt assured her that she finally got rid of it.
Over the next 23 years, her attitude towards the twinkle in eyes softened a bit though she never warmed completely to it.
Right now, when she looked down at what she held in her lap, she knew that she had a twinkle in eyes. No one had to tell her. She just knew. And this time, she loved knowing it.
She saw the same twinkle in the eyes right in front of her.
She was holding her child, a baby girl, her firstborn in her lap. It was the first time each of them had laid eyes on the other. And each could see a twinkle in the other’s eyes.