The old photos made her conscious of her age, of how much time had passed - and of what an interesting life she'd had. It was a Tuesday at the country club, and it was the third time today Belvediere had looked through the pictures. All the other ladies walked by, murmuring under their breathes.
Occasionally Belvediere would catch utterances of ". . . only thirty-six" or ". . .hardly old at all." But she just rolled her eyes. How could they possibly understand what she used to look and feel like. Back when she was the beauty pageant queen and had her hair done by Nightly Queen Sunshine on a weekly basis.
They couldn't understand plain and simple. How could she blame them though? Thirty-six to them was still relatively young. For a Martian though? Her life might as well be over now. But then her father's voice sounded in her head. "Remember Belvediere, we're sending you to Earth so you can live a longer, more fulfilling life. Please, make the most of it!" Belvediere sighed. Maybe the pictures were getting to her. She put them in the box, stood up, and joined the other ladies walking by. "Time to make some Earth friends" Belvediere thought.
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