Have you ever walked outside at night? When it's so dark and you can't see a thing at first? I often do that and I'm never afraid. Because I know that after a while my eyes will adjust to the dark and I will be able to make things stand out. I'm alw...
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Saturday morning I took the time to work in my garden and greenhouse. With my herbs I made tea and helped the people in the neighborhood. Like ginger is useful for stomach ache. Or chamomile is anti-inflammatory and can help relieve stomach pain and so on.
A raindrop fell and I scanned the sky, dark grey clouds were gathering over us. I gathered my tools and continued my work in the greenhouse, rainfall in this part of the world is often short but heavy.
"Ophelia?" Mom asked for my attention when she entered the greenhouse. "Aileen's mom is on the phone; Colleen has a stomachache. They ask if you could come over?"
"Of course," I stood up and pulled my gloves off "I have just harvested some fresh ingredients for it. Let them know I'm coming; I'm going to freshen up quickly."
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"I am so glad that you could come Ophelia." Aileen's mom said when she opened the door for me.
"No problem, ma'am. I'm glad that I can help. Can you boil some water?"
She smiled "I already did."
"Perfect" it wasn't the first time that I came here for Colleen.
I had placed the herbs in the water and while I waited, I took a seat next to Colleen. "Can I feel your tummy?" I asked her and she nodded. I touched her tummy, feeling her intestines "did you eat too much chocolate?" I asked her while I massaged her tummy a bit. She blushed and smiled shyly. Most of the time that's why I'm here for her. It's like she can't digest the chocolate. "Drink this, it will help." I handed her the tea and went to their kitchen. "And?" her mom asked when I entered.
"It's the chocolate. I think she can eat it but not too much."
"I know, I had hidden it, but you know her uh?"
I smiled at her "yeah. Call me if you need anything."
"Will do, thanks Ophelia."
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March 01, 2331 Today 15 years ago Lorcan, the Prince was found dead in his crib. He would be 17 years old now, in less than 6 months 18 years. Every year we gather in the middle of the schoolyard where we hold a minute of silence before the lessons start. The whole country does that at exactly 7:47, the time the Queen found him in his crib. I still wonder how did they knew the time so precisely? I asked my mom once, but she shrugged and told me that it wasn't important.
They never caught the person that did it, was this person behind it working alone or were there more people involved? I caught Tristan's eye, but I looked away fast. I wonder what he is feeling now. Afterall the Prince was his nephew. Maybe Tristan's father did it, I thought for a second but scolded myself for thinking that. He could have been the King if he wanted to. He is the oldest of the brothers, but they gave it to Isaac. That would make no sense if he would have killed him. Maybe the King and Queen know who did it and they keep it a secret.
