Chapter 4: Songs and play clothes
Maria's POV
The sun shines bright over my head, the sky is clear, and the Austrian hillsides are alive with summer life. Green grass spreads out for miles, and a few flowers bloom off in the distance giving the summer hillside a splash of color. The trees blowing lightly as a gentle breeze passes through.
I sit on our blanket, watching the children as they play happily. They smile brightly as they hum the words of the new song that I have taught them. I smile at them, and the play clothes that I have made for them. Who would have known old drapes would provide such wonderful material for play clothes? Children should never have to wear uniforms…they should be able to play in outfits made for the occasion. How could a father possible want his children to wear uniforms, and forbid his children to play?
I'm not at all surprised that my mind quickly jumps from the children and their play clothes to their father. No matter how hard I try, every thought of mine for the past two weeks has lead back to Captain von Trapp.
The Captain von Trapp I met in the market place, seemed so kind and loving, but yet that softness in his eyes seems to fade away where the children are concerned. I know that he's hiding from feelings he hasn't felt since his wife died. He's hiding from the children and the memories they bring back to him. I can't help but feel sorry for this family, and their heartbreaking state. I wonder if was sent here to help this family find their way back to each other, help them remember the love they have for one another.
My thoughts wander yet again, and suddenly find myself lost in the way his eyes burned through me that day in the foyer. The way that I could hardly breathe at the sight of him again. I close my eyes and exhale, trying desperately to fight the shiver that's creeping up my body. How can someone I hardly know, have such an affect on me?
" Fraulein Maria?" Kurt says as he approaches me. " Fraulein Maria?" He says again.
I open my eyes, suddenly remembering where I am. " Yes?" I say sweetly, trying desperately to focus back on the children.
" Do you think that Father will be home when we get back?" Marta asks me quietly.
I stand up slowly, and shake my head, " I hope not. He's set to return today, we should be there to greet him."
They nod to me, and we begin packing up. I look up into the sky and say a silent prayer, asking God to please help me to understand my feelings, to understand why I can't stop thinking about the one man I shouldn't be thinking about.
To be continued….
Maria's POV
The sun shines bright over my head, the sky is clear, and the Austrian hillsides are alive with summer life. Green grass spreads out for miles, and a few flowers bloom off in the distance giving the summer hillside a splash of color. The trees blowing lightly as a gentle breeze passes through.
I sit on our blanket, watching the children as they play happily. They smile brightly as they hum the words of the new song that I have taught them. I smile at them, and the play clothes that I have made for them. Who would have known old drapes would provide such wonderful material for play clothes? Children should never have to wear uniforms…they should be able to play in outfits made for the occasion. How could a father possible want his children to wear uniforms, and forbid his children to play?
I'm not at all surprised that my mind quickly jumps from the children and their play clothes to their father. No matter how hard I try, every thought of mine for the past two weeks has lead back to Captain von Trapp.
The Captain von Trapp I met in the market place, seemed so kind and loving, but yet that softness in his eyes seems to fade away where the children are concerned. I know that he's hiding from feelings he hasn't felt since his wife died. He's hiding from the children and the memories they bring back to him. I can't help but feel sorry for this family, and their heartbreaking state. I wonder if was sent here to help this family find their way back to each other, help them remember the love they have for one another.
My thoughts wander yet again, and suddenly find myself lost in the way his eyes burned through me that day in the foyer. The way that I could hardly breathe at the sight of him again. I close my eyes and exhale, trying desperately to fight the shiver that's creeping up my body. How can someone I hardly know, have such an affect on me?
" Fraulein Maria?" Kurt says as he approaches me. " Fraulein Maria?" He says again.
I open my eyes, suddenly remembering where I am. " Yes?" I say sweetly, trying desperately to focus back on the children.
" Do you think that Father will be home when we get back?" Marta asks me quietly.
I stand up slowly, and shake my head, " I hope not. He's set to return today, we should be there to greet him."
They nod to me, and we begin packing up. I look up into the sky and say a silent prayer, asking God to please help me to understand my feelings, to understand why I can't stop thinking about the one man I shouldn't be thinking about.
To be continued….
