Psalm 119:45 - "I will walk about in freedom, for I have sought out your precepts."
˜Beatrice˜
As I waited for a brief moment, a man appeared on the gates and approached me. "My lady, please enter as you wish. You're parents said to meet them inside." The man gestured me to the front door. "Welcome back, my lady." If I remembered correctly I never thought this man in front me will stand the test of time with my parents. Our butler, Mattias welcomed me to get inside. "Thank you, Mattias?" I thanked him as he ushered me inside but quite not sure if I remembered things correctly. "I'm beyond ecstatic to see you again my lady and to have been remembered. You've grown up to a wonderful woman with such grace and beauty." He answered and gave a low bow. "Please cease the pleasantries Mattias I don't live here anymore so it could be unapplied but I feel joy seeing a familiar face." I said to him kind-heartedly.
"How about these familiar faces Kristina? Are you overjoyed to see them too?" I can recognize that cold voice anywhere. On the years have passed the chill I felt when I hear that voice made me succumb to that miserable child who never ever going to be valued. But not anymore, I am standing here to let them know that I am here, the child they have abandoned have returned to finally be free from them.
"I can't say I am, Mother. Hello Mother, Father. It has been awhile." The two of them went down from our polished stairs of mahogany more elegant than the king and queen of this country. "If we are to be honest dear, we aren't expecting you to come home this time of the year. I was glad one of our trips has been moved by end of the week. We sure have busy itineraries. You should have called in, next time perhaps." My mother came forward to give me a cheek kiss on both sides. Her familiar scent lingered on my nose like an intoxicating powdered shrubberies of flowers and oil. Her pearly teeth showing on her smile but I know for sure that it was forced. I cannot say though that there will be a next time. "I'm glad I get to squeezed in on your tight schedule without prior notice." My mother has to be the principal definition of sophistication, though on my younger years she does not wear that much make up. Giving those added years probably forced her to apply more to hide the imperfections she could sight on her face because of the age. Her lips were stained of a domesticated red tint to match her maroon lady's suit. As for my father he is wearing coat and tie I remembered well to be uniformly aligned to his closet of matching shades of greys and blacks, he gave me an embrace that before I so much enjoy, something I always longed to have. He would carry me, swinging me around proud of the perfect French piece I would recite to him. I studied so hard to perfect everything through study sessions, on how to pronounce them carefully and correctly as to the accent to be achieved properly. The smile I would receive from him makes the exhaustion goes away from all the effort but now the hug he gives and through the years before I was younger seems like only a formal gesture. No love but just mere acknowledgment of your presence. It gone fewer and fewer until the only thing he does was call my name, with stern command, and remembering the last one's were with contempt and disgust.
"How come you visited us Kristina? You never did, not after you shared us through a not so lengthy letter that you were on your novice." My mother said more straightforward than I can pull off. I can do this, there is nothing to be afraid anymore Beatrice. The only one to cheer me up is myself.
"When I got my vows, I was baptized with the name Beatrice. I do not forbid you to call me that but my old name was more articulate to use since today I wanted to embrace the old me. Oh no, not the old me, the real me."
As I tell them my reason of being here my mom froze for a little while to absorb what I just said. The stern look she used to give me back before they ship me out to Switzerland resurfaced.
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