FLEMING

2

"If you believe that the natural world is good,

then you must also accept its brutality."

"It was a beautiful spring afternoon on June 5, 1995, when the sun shone brightly in the sky and its warm rays caressed every corner of the surroundings. The fresh and sweet aroma of flowers perfumed the air, creating a magical atmosphere full of promises. In that idyllic setting was my home, a dream house with a majestic balcony overlooking the lush front garden.

The balcony had become my personal refuge, a place where I could escape the hustle and bustle of the outside world and immerse myself in my deepest thoughts. From there, I gazed in awe at the landscape unfolding before my eyes: a green carpet of perfectly manicured grass adorned with a variety of multicolored flowers dancing to the rhythm of the gentle spring breeze. Butterflies fluttered in the air, adding a touch of grace and charm to the scene.

In that dreamlike environment, I had a special friendship with Jude, a sweet and brave girl who had become my best friend. Our friendship was a solid and genuine bond forged through shared adventures and infectious laughter. Jude was my confidante, someone I could be myself with without fear of judgment. Together, we explored the world, discovered new corners of our neighborhood, and embarked on mischief that only two brave souls could conceive.

Jude was a free spirit, with a contagious energy that illuminated every place she went. She had a melodious laugh that filled the air and a gaze full of curiosity and wonder. Her eyes sparkled like stars, always ready to discover new wonders in every corner of the world. She was a loyal companion, someone I could trust wholeheartedly, and that made me feel fortunate to have her by my side.

On that particular day, while Jude was brushing my dolls' hair, I was captivated by the beauty that extended beyond the balcony. The garden seemed to come to life on its own, with its vibrant colors and intoxicating scents. I wanted to share that special moment with Jude, to have her immerse herself in the magic that surrounded me. So, with overflowing excitement, I asked her to come closer and enjoy the magnificent views with me.

But Jude, lost in her own thoughts and tasks, refused to leave her chores. She seemed oblivious to the beauty that surrounded us, focused on her own world. That sparked a growing impatience in me, an uncontrollable desire to share that unique moment with my friend. It was in that outburst of emotion that I decided to take her by the arm and lead her to the balcony, hoping that she too could experience the wonder that lay before us.

However, Jude resisted with all her might. We briefly fought, each clinging to our will and perspective. My desire to share the charm of the balcony clashed with her determination not to be dragged along. In the midst of that struggle, fate played against us, and a tragic accident unfolded. In my desperate attempt to bring Jude to the balcony, she stumbled over the lower threshold of the door and fell into the void, plummeting from a considerable height to the front garden.

The deafening sound of her fall resonated in my ears, accompanied by a scream of anguish that was choked in my throat. Worry and fear invaded my being, and a mixture of guilt and desperation seized my heart. I ran to the balcony railing, crying inconsolably, leaning over the abyss in search of any trace of Jude. My parents rushed into the room, alarmed by the noise and my heartbreaking cries.

Their faces reflected anguish and concern, and in their gazes, I understood that they had deduced what had happened. My heart sank even further when I saw their understanding, realizing that my recklessness had caused that terrible accident. The momentary relief I felt knowing that Jude had fallen onto a pile of dry leaves, cushioning the impact, was mixed with the overwhelming sense of guilt that would weigh on me for a long time.