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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Relationships
- Published: 05/17/2015
We deal with the world as it is. Every morning sun goes up, every evening sun goes down. Every morning we wake up and every night we go to sleep. Every second waves fling to the coast, every second we breathe. But we feel like it’s ordinary, like it’s supposed to happen. But are we right? I used to think about this a lot. About what? About life. This is life, made of everything that happens inside of it. Sadness, madness, dissapointment, happiness, beauty and many things. We think that it’s a course, but what if it is not?
I sit outside my house. It’s cold and all I can feel is tiredness. Maybe from myself, maybe from life or from the fact that I always feel like I am otherwise-minded. My cheeks start to burn and anger percolates in my blood. I am angry and I know I have to escape this feeling, or I’ll start blaming myself for the things I’ve never done. Raindrops are falling on my hair, grass is wet, music starts playing in my ears and after several seconds I am lying on the ground:
“Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people living for today”
This song makes me cry everytime, same thing happens today.
About an hour ago I had a fight with my mom. It has affected my mood so strongly, I don’t even remember the reason, I just know that I offended her, and made her think that she’s the last thing I care about. This song “imagine” keeps playing. Singer asks me to imagine different things, I try, I swear I try but all I can imagine is the pain of my mother when she was giving birth to me. And I imagine, I imagine the day I was born…
-congratulations, she’s a sweet, little girl. She’s healthy, her lungs are okay. What’s her name?-asks the nurse to my mom.
- She’s the only reason for me to live, my husband has died a few days ago, I don’t know how I am going to survive this pain, I want her to be my hope. She’s my hope. Her name is Hope.
-Sorry , I…
-Don’t need to apologize.
-I wish the best to your daughter.
-I don’t know why but I think she’s gonna be kind, clever, sweet, beautiful, I know I am funny, every mother thinks the same way about their children - Nurse smiles and leaves the room without any word.
I open my eyes. Rain has stopped. I watch at my playlist, noctures of Chopin are about to come. My mother is a pianist. Sometimes I just look at her while she plays. She closes her eyes, her fingers slowly touch the keys, she takes a deep breath, and starts playing. Whole home is sinking into the endless sea of sadness, loneliness, pain and past. But we both enjoy of it. We let the pain inside of us long ago. But she felt it not only emotionally but physically too, it was when she gave a birth to me. Remember that day? But what if it wouldn't have happened? What if ….
- I am so sorry , but your organism couldn’t stand the pain, you lost your baby.-says the nurse. Mom doesn’t respond. She gets up carefully, takes her black dress on (which she wears since dad’s funeral) and goes out of the hospital. She walks in the street, just like she always has done in ordinary days, she looks at the sky and she believes we both, my father and I live on the stars because since her childhood her favourite book is “The little prince”, tears stream on her face, she has a feeling like she’s on a never-ending road, she’s on the bridge, she closes her eyes and she jumps. She jumps so easily, so quickly, so freely. Her body is sinking in water .Several minutes after voices of sirens make people become deaf. My mother, my sweet, lovely, caring mother is dead. She’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead……
I open up my eyes. This was part of my imagination. My mother is alive and sadly or happily I am alive too. I live in this world. And what is my aim? If you would have asked me this one hour ago I would have told you that my aim is to go to popular university, to be a sucsessful journalist, to have a big, happy family, but all I want for now is to hug my mother - the only family I have now. And you know what? sometimes you should just estimate what you’ve got. I run into to the house. It’s a coincidence, she stands to the door, I put my hands around her neck as strong as I can. She’s my home. I am glad I was born, I am glad I live because I am the reason of her existance.
Think about what ifs, think about them often.
Just
Think
About
Them…..
My mom(Ana)
We deal with the world as it is. Every morning sun goes up, every evening sun goes down. Every morning we wake up and every night we go to sleep. Every second waves fling to the coast, every second we breathe. But we feel like it’s ordinary, like it’s supposed to happen. But are we right? I used to think about this a lot. About what? About life. This is life, made of everything that happens inside of it. Sadness, madness, dissapointment, happiness, beauty and many things. We think that it’s a course, but what if it is not?
I sit outside my house. It’s cold and all I can feel is tiredness. Maybe from myself, maybe from life or from the fact that I always feel like I am otherwise-minded. My cheeks start to burn and anger percolates in my blood. I am angry and I know I have to escape this feeling, or I’ll start blaming myself for the things I’ve never done. Raindrops are falling on my hair, grass is wet, music starts playing in my ears and after several seconds I am lying on the ground:
“Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people living for today”
This song makes me cry everytime, same thing happens today.
About an hour ago I had a fight with my mom. It has affected my mood so strongly, I don’t even remember the reason, I just know that I offended her, and made her think that she’s the last thing I care about. This song “imagine” keeps playing. Singer asks me to imagine different things, I try, I swear I try but all I can imagine is the pain of my mother when she was giving birth to me. And I imagine, I imagine the day I was born…
-congratulations, she’s a sweet, little girl. She’s healthy, her lungs are okay. What’s her name?-asks the nurse to my mom.
- She’s the only reason for me to live, my husband has died a few days ago, I don’t know how I am going to survive this pain, I want her to be my hope. She’s my hope. Her name is Hope.
-Sorry , I…
-Don’t need to apologize.
-I wish the best to your daughter.
-I don’t know why but I think she’s gonna be kind, clever, sweet, beautiful, I know I am funny, every mother thinks the same way about their children - Nurse smiles and leaves the room without any word.
I open my eyes. Rain has stopped. I watch at my playlist, noctures of Chopin are about to come. My mother is a pianist. Sometimes I just look at her while she plays. She closes her eyes, her fingers slowly touch the keys, she takes a deep breath, and starts playing. Whole home is sinking into the endless sea of sadness, loneliness, pain and past. But we both enjoy of it. We let the pain inside of us long ago. But she felt it not only emotionally but physically too, it was when she gave a birth to me. Remember that day? But what if it wouldn't have happened? What if ….
- I am so sorry , but your organism couldn’t stand the pain, you lost your baby.-says the nurse. Mom doesn’t respond. She gets up carefully, takes her black dress on (which she wears since dad’s funeral) and goes out of the hospital. She walks in the street, just like she always has done in ordinary days, she looks at the sky and she believes we both, my father and I live on the stars because since her childhood her favourite book is “The little prince”, tears stream on her face, she has a feeling like she’s on a never-ending road, she’s on the bridge, she closes her eyes and she jumps. She jumps so easily, so quickly, so freely. Her body is sinking in water .Several minutes after voices of sirens make people become deaf. My mother, my sweet, lovely, caring mother is dead. She’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead……
I open up my eyes. This was part of my imagination. My mother is alive and sadly or happily I am alive too. I live in this world. And what is my aim? If you would have asked me this one hour ago I would have told you that my aim is to go to popular university, to be a sucsessful journalist, to have a big, happy family, but all I want for now is to hug my mother - the only family I have now. And you know what? sometimes you should just estimate what you’ve got. I run into to the house. It’s a coincidence, she stands to the door, I put my hands around her neck as strong as I can. She’s my home. I am glad I was born, I am glad I live because I am the reason of her existance.
Think about what ifs, think about them often.
Just
Think
About
Them…..
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