Chapter 14. Clarity and forgiveness

339 11 1
                                        

N O V A

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

N O V A

"MIKE I FOUND THE CHOCOLATE PUDDING."

It's the weekend and everyone is busy besides me. Right now I started watching Stranger Things on Netflix, and it actually really good.

I've been watching it all morning and it just turned 2:30 and no one is still here. The twins went to go hangout with their friends and the rest are working until five so I have the whole place to my self. Also with Diablo and Micte.

I was getting tired of being a couch potato so I pause the show and went into the kitchen to get me some tea. Malcom said it should help with my still bruised and swollen throat.

As I drink my tea I look out at the back garden that I had yet get to take a look at. Suddenly an idea came to me. I finished the rest of my tea and went up to my room. I get on all fours and reach underneath my bed for my violin case. Once I got it I check to make sure it was all good and head back down stairs.

Once I stepped outside I took in the fresh air and started walking around. There were a lot of beautiful flowers, but there were a certain type of flowers that caught my eyes. Marigolds. I don't know why but it's something about them that sends a comfort.

One day when I ran out of the house from one of my foster homes, I ran to a park deep in a forest. I was so sad and felt so weak, until I felt something drop gently on my head. It was a petal from a marigold small tree. From that day on marigolds we're my favorite flowers.

I kept wandering around until I came across a little fountain with a bench across from it. This is the perfect spot, I thought. I place my case on the case and opened it up. It look like just the way I left it before, no scratching or strings snapped at all. It's been a while since the last time I played, so I might be a little rusty.

I decided for a warm up I'd play the first song I learned how to play, River Flows in You.

When I play I let all my emotions flow into the music and not just my emotions but my heart. Mama said every time she would hear me play she could feel how I would pour my heart out. And she was right I did every time. Even now I'm letting my heart speak for me through music.

What heart is saying now is...

I miss her.

I miss her voice.

I miss her hugs.

I miss her besos.

I miss her singing.

I miss her cooking.

I miss her jokes.

I miss her motherly touch.

BonitaWhere stories live. Discover now