I did this as one of my first assignments when I took a writing course about seven years ago.
Adelle Turley wakes up and turns the news on every morning to start getting ready for her job in the factory. A woman her age should not have to work as hard as she does, or at all. Not after raising a handicapped child. Her brown stringy hear sticks out and looks wild in the morning. She puts on her green and white bathrobe and looks at the reflection in the mirror through her red-framed glasses. She frantically brushes her hair trying to change the reflection. As she’s putting on her makeup you can hear her talk to the cat the same way a mother would talk to her newborn child.
In the evening, she sits in her recliner. Her feet are up with a blanket around her, eyes heavy as she fights to stay awake as she watches the news, not realizing how scared she has become about the world around her. She used to view the world with such hope. That hope has turned to sorrow with age. She feels for the children of war-torn countries, and her heart breaks when she sees a disaster take place.
“What’s going on in the world?” She asks in an angry voice, though no one but the cat hears her.
She cooks and cleans for her family, always trying to please them before pleasing herself, all the while complaining about what a messy kitchen she has. Saying “I’m tired” and “if I didn’t cook, I wouldn’t have to clean up,” in a tired voice. She does because she likes to be needed, something she will not admit to.
She’s the kind of person who doesn’t know how to relax, always pacing back and forth trying to figure something to do. When asked, though, what she would like to do, her response is always the same. “I don’t know” she says in an indecisive voice, shrugging her shoulders. She’s never completely satisfied with her choice after she finally does decide.
She’d walk into a bar for a beer or two with her son on her day off. Always curious to know what’s going on, she asks him. “How’s the world treating you?” She sips on a beer hopping to get the full story on someone. She would talk to anyone about their job, family or love life to the point of almost being demanding and nosey, even though she never means to be. She smiles and enjoys watching the people in the bar and remembers what it was like to be their age.
Mrs. Turley is a kind old lady who would give you the shirt off her back. She has worn many hats over the years, mother, nurse, care giver, and grandmother. Her best quality, though, might be as a friend. She makes the people around her, and the world, a little bit happier.