barefooted, i asked my mother,
‘whose house is it beyond the meadow?’
a small smile escaped from her perfect lips,
‘that was once the house of us’, she replied with a soft tone.
‘house of who?’, my inner cat got curious again, for a millionth time.
‘the house of us, me and my beloved.’
her answer always made a question inside my mind.
isn't my father her beloved?
my eyes trailed the tall green bushes that leads to the house beyond the meadow.
the house where my mother's beloved reside.
with bare feet brushing through the stony path,
i faced my fears and bravely traced the long way to the house beyond the meadow.
‘leave! you filthy child!’
shouted the owner of the house. the fair young man who looked like he'll gonna eat me alive.
‘do you really want me to leave?’
a smirk escaped my lips as the same young man, now a fairly handsome lad shook his head. many years had passed, and i'm still here, in the house beyond the meadow.
‘stay with me, i don't want you to leave. you can stay here, we can make this the house of us.’
promises that meant to be broken,
love that weren't meant for each other,
left our hearts bleeding and broken.
‘mama, whose house it is beyond the meadow?’
‘that was once the house of us, dear. the house that was once full of good memories but was replaced with mischiefs.’
Jean Meredith
