Drama Queen

Crestfallen face and downcast eyes, she doesn't even look up, just responds with an occasional uh-huh or okay...

"Anything wrong? Mood off?" I ask warily, racking my brains wondering if it's something I said or did in past one month, year or life.

"Hmm. Yeah." she says with the most dramatic tone of her voice and looks away.

"What is it, darling?"

A shake of head.

"Do you think I am 'intolerable'?" she asks with the onset of indignant tears in her eyes.

Thankfully the word is new, surely I can't have said that. The best thing is to tell her the truth, that she isn't.

"Or childish? Immature?" another darts of questions.

"You aren't 'intolerable'." I try to reason with her, "who said all that?" I ask curiously.

"Everybody does." she says helplessly.

"To hell with everyone! I can handle this child." I say, putting the strands of her head behind her ears.

"I know I am immature most of the times! I can't help it." she says while I stare at her red nose.

"Shhh... It's okay." I pull her close and ask, "Want a kiss to make you feel better?"

"Yes! Please!"

"Drama Queen." and we both smile.