"Child! Come and tend to your garden!" An old, decrpit woman yelled from
outside a small cottage.
Out of the house, a sweet sing song voice with a light and airy british accent replied, "Yes, Auntie. I am coming." Her light footsteps were barely hear as she crossed the threshold of the door and appeared outside. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner, the cat spilled it's water and I was cleaning it up. I didn't' want you to step in it."
"Such a good child. I cannot believe that you are turning seventeen. The years have flown by so quickly. It seems like only yesterday the state gave you to me. It was such a blessed day for me. I wanted a little girl, and I got a perfect angel to raise."
"Thank you, Auntie."
"And you are going off to college in the fall, in England. Leaving France behind and me as well. It brings tears to my eyes, as well as my heart. I laugh in the face of the school boards when they said I couldn't home school you well enough to pass the baccaulareate. I certainly proved them wrong. You are a bright girl, with a good head on your shoulders. I hope you remember that while you're at school. You are there to learn to become a good doctor." The old woman paused and looked at the young woman she had spent her entire life raising. "If you only your mother and father could see you now, may they rest in peace."
"Yeah..." she had only one memory of her mother, a faint one. Of her father, all she had was the sound of his laughter. Other than that she couldn't remember anything about them. Even her Great Aunt didn't know much about them...they had secluded themselves from their other family when she was born, and then they died in a horrific car accident. It robbed them both of their lives at such a young age. "I wish I could remember more about them."
"You got your looks from your mother and your brains from both of them. They were both very well educated, and they adored you. You were their sun and their moon, their dawn."
"If only I could have met them...sometimes I wish I could go back in time as me right now and meet them."
"Yes. Now, you won't forget your poor old Auntie here at the cottage?"
"Never. I owe you so much."
"And you won't forget what I told you?"
"No," she said, her eyes focusing on the ground, "but I don't think it's very fair."
"Life, my darling, isn't fair." The old woman walked towards the door. "After you are done there, go and pick some berries. I'm making two pies so make sure you pick enough. But do NOT under any circumstances speak to anyone." After giving her orders, she went inside and shut the door.
The young maiden stood alone in front of her garden. She felt like crying. Her Great Aunt was nice and had been the only person she'd ever known. But in a few weeks, she was leaving the cottage.
Her future shone like a bright star in front of her, and was in reach. But she was nonetheless hestitant to reach for it. The brilliant and unrevealing light that shone from it hurt her eyes with it's newness. But her eyes would eventually get used to the light and soon her past would fade...it was fading away, falling dimly into the background.
Out of the house, a sweet sing song voice with a light and airy british accent replied, "Yes, Auntie. I am coming." Her light footsteps were barely hear as she crossed the threshold of the door and appeared outside. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner, the cat spilled it's water and I was cleaning it up. I didn't' want you to step in it."
"Such a good child. I cannot believe that you are turning seventeen. The years have flown by so quickly. It seems like only yesterday the state gave you to me. It was such a blessed day for me. I wanted a little girl, and I got a perfect angel to raise."
"Thank you, Auntie."
"And you are going off to college in the fall, in England. Leaving France behind and me as well. It brings tears to my eyes, as well as my heart. I laugh in the face of the school boards when they said I couldn't home school you well enough to pass the baccaulareate. I certainly proved them wrong. You are a bright girl, with a good head on your shoulders. I hope you remember that while you're at school. You are there to learn to become a good doctor." The old woman paused and looked at the young woman she had spent her entire life raising. "If you only your mother and father could see you now, may they rest in peace."
"Yeah..." she had only one memory of her mother, a faint one. Of her father, all she had was the sound of his laughter. Other than that she couldn't remember anything about them. Even her Great Aunt didn't know much about them...they had secluded themselves from their other family when she was born, and then they died in a horrific car accident. It robbed them both of their lives at such a young age. "I wish I could remember more about them."
"You got your looks from your mother and your brains from both of them. They were both very well educated, and they adored you. You were their sun and their moon, their dawn."
"If only I could have met them...sometimes I wish I could go back in time as me right now and meet them."
"Yes. Now, you won't forget your poor old Auntie here at the cottage?"
"Never. I owe you so much."
"And you won't forget what I told you?"
"No," she said, her eyes focusing on the ground, "but I don't think it's very fair."
"Life, my darling, isn't fair." The old woman walked towards the door. "After you are done there, go and pick some berries. I'm making two pies so make sure you pick enough. But do NOT under any circumstances speak to anyone." After giving her orders, she went inside and shut the door.
The young maiden stood alone in front of her garden. She felt like crying. Her Great Aunt was nice and had been the only person she'd ever known. But in a few weeks, she was leaving the cottage.
Her future shone like a bright star in front of her, and was in reach. But she was nonetheless hestitant to reach for it. The brilliant and unrevealing light that shone from it hurt her eyes with it's newness. But her eyes would eventually get used to the light and soon her past would fade...it was fading away, falling dimly into the background.
