I did not know what was exactly happening in the house. Mr. Gerard was planting the best grape tree in his lawn. How can he planted this kind of creature around this neighborhood. I sworn that he was supposed to grow his own orchard.
'Hey, Anna,' up from behind, I could hear a boy's voice that seemed not to be in my age.
'Hey,' I turned around and saw Stanley wearing a shirt and a nice-looking pants.
'What are you doing here alone?' as he approached me, I looked upwards.
'You're still short and need more calcium to grow taller,' he smiled broadly towards me. I looked down and took a 'sight-seeing' at his shoes.
'You didn't wash your shoes,' I said.
'I did. But it needs to be more glazed,' and he suddenly looked at his shoes. Once he tried to look upwards again, he glared at me.
'You look sad,'
'I am not,'
Shockingly he hugged me and gave a kiss on my forehead just like Dad did. He might totally know what had happened.
And that was the last time I saw Stanley. I wish I could ever hug him again. Even as a brother.
Walking down the hill reaching the woods where my father used to be, I stopped and took a deep breath over the weird trees I ever saw in my life. Father said that it was only me who assumed the weirdness of the trees. I used to ask Stanley when he was a high school student and he said the same like father did. The moment he explained to me of how the growth cycle of the tree, I was being blanked by his stunning voice. I was 10 back then as one of the bestfriends of mine found on earth was him. I had no friend still. He only appeared a second after a magical part of my life and he was away in a blink of a fairy's magic sprinkle.
The trees looked relaxing enough to remind me of Dad. I missed him. Father or Dad is a word that plays a hard role in my entire life. I had no mother but he told me I did not possess no mother. Then, who was the one running through Dad's head in her beautiful classic dressing? Mother of mine?
'Honey,' came an old woman.
'Hi,' I looked up.
'You must be Anna,'
'No,' I closed my eyes as I lied down on the petty grass.
'I knew you,' the old woman sat next to me. I knew her. She was the the one down at the cemetery last night.
'Anna, don't you miss your father?'
'Stupid,' I murmured wishing that she wouldn't hear me.
'It's not a good word to be spoken up,' says Maria in her very gentle voice.
'You must be very stupid. Nobody would forget their father,' I rose up and look into her eyes.
'Don't you miss your father?' I asked her gently.
'I did. But my daughter didn't,' she started to minimize her smile. It seems the war between them hadn't been over yet after the occurrence at the cemetery that night.
'What's wrong with your daughter?'
'She never wanted to remember her dad,' vitreous eyes of hers were apparently obvious to me. She must be sad.
'I know you were strolling this morning and I saw you from afar,' said this mother.
'I could hear that your daughter shouted at you,'
'How could you hear that? You were totally afar!' she looked definitely shocked.
'Well, I don't know,' I lied down again and she was following along.
'Anna, can you please...'
'Please what?'
'Be my.....'
'Your daughter?'
'Errr.. it's just that...'
'No!' I disagreed in an immediate time. I am no other child unless of my father.
'Aren't you stupid, old woman? How can you easily have someone else after your previous beloved just left? My late father said that there's no parent resenting their own children. You don't deserve to be a parent!' I stood up and ran away from this crazy old woman. Weird.
Yes. Father had left me alone. No, he didn't leave me alone. He left me with his love. I knew my father. Once I woke up after the night of the funeral, he left a note saying that 'I love you,' He wanted to tell me something but it was apparent that we would never see each other again! I found Stanley that morning right after I attended my Dad's funeral. Dad has died over heart attack, said the neighbours. He fainted a few minutes after he went out of the house. I was sad that he didn't die in my arms like we had promised before that we wanted to die in each other's arm. However, I cried over bliss wishing my father would rest in such a good place up there.
And the day after tomorrow, I met Stanley which was not....
Stanley....
'Hey, Anna,' up from behind, I could hear a boy's voice that seemed not to be in my age.
'Hey,' I turned around and saw Stanley wearing a shirt and a nice-looking pants.
'What are you doing here alone?' as he approached me, I looked upwards.
'You're still short and need more calcium to grow taller,' he smiled broadly towards me. I looked down and took a 'sight-seeing' at his shoes.
'You didn't wash your shoes,' I said.
'I did. But it needs to be more glazed,' and he suddenly looked at his shoes. Once he tried to look upwards again, he glared at me.
'You look sad,'
'I am not,'
Shockingly he hugged me and gave a kiss on my forehead just like Dad did. He might totally know what had happened.
And that was the last time I saw Stanley. I wish I could ever hug him again. Even as a brother.
Walking down the hill reaching the woods where my father used to be, I stopped and took a deep breath over the weird trees I ever saw in my life. Father said that it was only me who assumed the weirdness of the trees. I used to ask Stanley when he was a high school student and he said the same like father did. The moment he explained to me of how the growth cycle of the tree, I was being blanked by his stunning voice. I was 10 back then as one of the bestfriends of mine found on earth was him. I had no friend still. He only appeared a second after a magical part of my life and he was away in a blink of a fairy's magic sprinkle.
The trees looked relaxing enough to remind me of Dad. I missed him. Father or Dad is a word that plays a hard role in my entire life. I had no mother but he told me I did not possess no mother. Then, who was the one running through Dad's head in her beautiful classic dressing? Mother of mine?
'Honey,' came an old woman.
'Hi,' I looked up.
'You must be Anna,'
'No,' I closed my eyes as I lied down on the petty grass.
'I knew you,' the old woman sat next to me. I knew her. She was the the one down at the cemetery last night.
'Anna, don't you miss your father?'
'Stupid,' I murmured wishing that she wouldn't hear me.
'It's not a good word to be spoken up,' says Maria in her very gentle voice.
'You must be very stupid. Nobody would forget their father,' I rose up and look into her eyes.
'Don't you miss your father?' I asked her gently.
'I did. But my daughter didn't,' she started to minimize her smile. It seems the war between them hadn't been over yet after the occurrence at the cemetery that night.
'What's wrong with your daughter?'
'She never wanted to remember her dad,' vitreous eyes of hers were apparently obvious to me. She must be sad.
'I know you were strolling this morning and I saw you from afar,' said this mother.
'I could hear that your daughter shouted at you,'
'How could you hear that? You were totally afar!' she looked definitely shocked.
'Well, I don't know,' I lied down again and she was following along.
'Anna, can you please...'
'Please what?'
'Be my.....'
'Your daughter?'
'Errr.. it's just that...'
'No!' I disagreed in an immediate time. I am no other child unless of my father.
'Aren't you stupid, old woman? How can you easily have someone else after your previous beloved just left? My late father said that there's no parent resenting their own children. You don't deserve to be a parent!' I stood up and ran away from this crazy old woman. Weird.
Yes. Father had left me alone. No, he didn't leave me alone. He left me with his love. I knew my father. Once I woke up after the night of the funeral, he left a note saying that 'I love you,' He wanted to tell me something but it was apparent that we would never see each other again! I found Stanley that morning right after I attended my Dad's funeral. Dad has died over heart attack, said the neighbours. He fainted a few minutes after he went out of the house. I was sad that he didn't die in my arms like we had promised before that we wanted to die in each other's arm. However, I cried over bliss wishing my father would rest in such a good place up there.
And the day after tomorrow, I met Stanley which was not....
Stanley....
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