There was this rare moment when Monique was genuinely happy being with her family. Maybe innocence was one of the reasons why she felt bliss or maybe because her parents truly loved her for who she was. Monique and Monica were the top best swimmers in their team in middle school. They were about to compete in the state championships, but that didn’t calm Monique’s nerves. It only worsened.
Monique was on her white Speedo swimsuit, her stretchy swim cap atop on her head with a pair of goggles to be placed on her eyes. She was pacing back and forth before the competition could even start, her hands shaking intermittently.
“Relax, Monique,” Monica said, idly sitting on a bench. Easy for Monica to say. She didn’t have a problem with that. She always won gold medal in the free style category.
