She was born in a place she cannot fathom. It was hurtful, sad, and unwelcoming. She did not belong to that place. She wants to get away from them and from them all. She will have to stand for herself, that’s what she knew and that’s what she should do and so she did. She somehow went away and tried to have a good life. She met a man whom she loved until she died. But in-between the things that she felt and touched, is a story that will never be forgotten. It was about her life.
We all have a story to tell, some are better and some are not so better. But in the end, it is the message that we want to send, despite the fact that it all depends on our own perspective, the core message will always be the same. It is to touch and feel. It is when you finished. It is when you think about it. It is when it finally traveled and found its way to your heart. This is her story (or maybe not), the core message of an unnamed girl. Because somehow, to know someone is not just to know their name, it is to know their depth.
She grew up with abusive brothers and sisters, hurting her physically and mentally. Saying negative things to her and apparently, literally throwing rocks at her head. Her parents? She cannot say so much about them for she felt that they did not care. She grew up timid yet hopeful. Never did she build anger towards the people that hurt her. Pessimism was never in her vocabulary. For her, it was always a day with rainbows and a little rain.
As she cannot find any genuine love from the people that were supposed to love her, she worked somehow far from them and fortunately found a man who did. She went away with that man and built a family with him. They were blessed with three boys and three girls. The man said he genuinely love her, but that might be an exaggeration. “Enough Love” might suit his actions for he found lust to another girl. He said it was not like he meant it to happen, it happened anyway though. For her, it was like huge drops of water coming from the clouds. A storm, yes, a storm is what it is called. Not that it was the only storm that she had for she had many storms. Her health was one of the storms. But being cheated by her health and husband at the same time was perhaps the biggest of them all, she thought. She was not getting any younger but her children and grandchildren give her the rainbow.
As to she was not getting any younger, she was not getting any better as well. It was failing and her physical body is giving up. She felt the love from her children and grandchildren, and of course, her husband. She forgave them all, all those who hurt her because pessimism was never in her vocabulary. She was afraid though, very afraid. Who will not be? It will somehow be a scary thought that you will have to leave this place, wouldn’t it? But then she got her strength, not from her health but from her heart. Perhaps, it was her time to go, she thought. She knows that her time is ticking and saw someone ready to meet her from ‘that’ peaceful place. She packed her bags on her mind and left.
At least the girl can say that she had lived peacefully and died like that, as well. But her husband was not able to apologize to her though. He had no idea that he was already forgiven.
Maybe it’s not her story after all.
(Inspired by the author’s grandmother’s story)
We all have a story to tell, some are better and some are not so better. But in the end, it is the message that we want to send, despite the fact that it all depends on our own perspective, the core message will always be the same. It is to touch and feel. It is when you finished. It is when you think about it. It is when it finally traveled and found its way to your heart. This is her story (or maybe not), the core message of an unnamed girl. Because somehow, to know someone is not just to know their name, it is to know their depth.
She grew up with abusive brothers and sisters, hurting her physically and mentally. Saying negative things to her and apparently, literally throwing rocks at her head. Her parents? She cannot say so much about them for she felt that they did not care. She grew up timid yet hopeful. Never did she build anger towards the people that hurt her. Pessimism was never in her vocabulary. For her, it was always a day with rainbows and a little rain.
As she cannot find any genuine love from the people that were supposed to love her, she worked somehow far from them and fortunately found a man who did. She went away with that man and built a family with him. They were blessed with three boys and three girls. The man said he genuinely love her, but that might be an exaggeration. “Enough Love” might suit his actions for he found lust to another girl. He said it was not like he meant it to happen, it happened anyway though. For her, it was like huge drops of water coming from the clouds. A storm, yes, a storm is what it is called. Not that it was the only storm that she had for she had many storms. Her health was one of the storms. But being cheated by her health and husband at the same time was perhaps the biggest of them all, she thought. She was not getting any younger but her children and grandchildren give her the rainbow.
As to she was not getting any younger, she was not getting any better as well. It was failing and her physical body is giving up. She felt the love from her children and grandchildren, and of course, her husband. She forgave them all, all those who hurt her because pessimism was never in her vocabulary. She was afraid though, very afraid. Who will not be? It will somehow be a scary thought that you will have to leave this place, wouldn’t it? But then she got her strength, not from her health but from her heart. Perhaps, it was her time to go, she thought. She knows that her time is ticking and saw someone ready to meet her from ‘that’ peaceful place. She packed her bags on her mind and left.
At least the girl can say that she had lived peacefully and died like that, as well. But her husband was not able to apologize to her though. He had no idea that he was already forgiven.
Maybe it’s not her story after all.
(Inspired by the author’s grandmother’s story)