Chapter Three: Silent Tears
When she was done, Helga had a tear going down her cheek. The story she told was from her life; what she did, what she thought, and most importantly, who she was.
A little boy crawled up to her and climbed on her lap to wipe the tear away. He said, "Don't cry Granny." Many of the children referred to Helga as Granny or Grandma since they had never had any real grandparents to love them, tell stories, and bake cookies for them.
Helga was always one against favorites, but she couldn't help but favor young Kenny. He was a bright five year old, his parents forever lost to him in a car accident. His grandfather had been the one he looked up to, the one he loved and cherished. And now that she looked closer, she noticed the resemblance between Kenny and his grandfather through a swirl of childhood memories. Even through the blurred tears she recoginized the all-too-familiar traits: the golden locks, the small build, the blue eyes, and the one thing she'd never forget, no matter how much time passed; the strange football shaped head.
Indeed, Kenny was the grandson of Helga's beloved Arnold. The old memories playing fresh in her head, Helga could do nothing but relive them.............. After Arnold's child was growing up, Arnold went off to do the thing he always wanted to do for as long as he could remember; search for the green-eyed people in hopes of finding out what happened to his parents. He set off one day, all those years ago, and never returned............ Helga tried not to remember- the pain was still there. The fact that she had never told Arnold she loved him was like innumerous pins and needles sticking to her skin. The regret was immense, if only she had told him, if only she had tried, then maybe things would be different... but over the years, Helga had learned to close her eyes and carefully dismiss these memories, because she couldn't change the past; the future was all that was in her hands.
When she was done, Helga had a tear going down her cheek. The story she told was from her life; what she did, what she thought, and most importantly, who she was.
A little boy crawled up to her and climbed on her lap to wipe the tear away. He said, "Don't cry Granny." Many of the children referred to Helga as Granny or Grandma since they had never had any real grandparents to love them, tell stories, and bake cookies for them.
Helga was always one against favorites, but she couldn't help but favor young Kenny. He was a bright five year old, his parents forever lost to him in a car accident. His grandfather had been the one he looked up to, the one he loved and cherished. And now that she looked closer, she noticed the resemblance between Kenny and his grandfather through a swirl of childhood memories. Even through the blurred tears she recoginized the all-too-familiar traits: the golden locks, the small build, the blue eyes, and the one thing she'd never forget, no matter how much time passed; the strange football shaped head.
Indeed, Kenny was the grandson of Helga's beloved Arnold. The old memories playing fresh in her head, Helga could do nothing but relive them.............. After Arnold's child was growing up, Arnold went off to do the thing he always wanted to do for as long as he could remember; search for the green-eyed people in hopes of finding out what happened to his parents. He set off one day, all those years ago, and never returned............ Helga tried not to remember- the pain was still there. The fact that she had never told Arnold she loved him was like innumerous pins and needles sticking to her skin. The regret was immense, if only she had told him, if only she had tried, then maybe things would be different... but over the years, Helga had learned to close her eyes and carefully dismiss these memories, because she couldn't change the past; the future was all that was in her hands.