The Bond Of Family

2 | Death

Six year old me looked for places to his as I ran from my mother.

“Gia.” She screamed out trying to catch me

“You can’t catch me na na nana na.” I mocked

“Gia, sweetie come on its just peas.” She tried to reason still running after me hold the bowl filled with peas.

I stopped. I was stuck there was no way to go from here. I was met with a blank wall.

“Got you.” I heard my mum say from behind me. I gave up there was no way out of this one.

“Sit.” She ordered. “Open your mouth.” Holding a spoon of peas in my face. I scrunched my nose shaking my head.

“Each spoon of peas you eat is the number of slabs of your favorite chocolate I’ll give you.” She negotiated

I gave it a thought before opening my mouth. As I swallowed i closed my eyes wrinkling me face and began shaking my head.

My mother laughed as she watched me do that until the whole bowl was finished

“You know why I names you Sekani. Because the moment I saw your face you brought me unimaginable joy.”

I pouted at her not really understanding what she was saying until I was older.

 

A week later.

 

Today was the day I had been dreading the most, my mother funeral. Since here death had been announced I had shut myself in her room. It was my way of being close to her, sleeping in her bed wearing her closes.

The community had been handling the funeral arrangements. I’m grateful because I know I’m unable to.

I walk to her desk drawer and pull out her black diary. I hadn’t had the strength to read it.

Opening the first page I come across a picture of the two of us, it was taken on my 13th birthday. It had been a windy day so we decided to spend it into doors just the two of us.

A letter falls out making me frown while picking it up.

Dear Hija

I love you. I love you to the moon and  back beyond the stars and universe. I did all I could to protect you from the darkness this world holds.

Your father.

I know that at this point you no longer want to read but you must know the truth. Your father loves you he just doesn’t know where you are mi hija.

Your father loves the live of which you had no going to you was going to come back alive everyday. I couldn’t handle it or life like that so I left.

When I might your father I was taking a tour through Milan. (It’s really a beautiful place you’ll love it.) I had been in one of best night clubs when I caught his eye. He was grieving the death of his wife and had no idea what to do with his sons.