I slowly closed my eyes, and concentrated on the things that were going on around me. Most of it was the usual the whistling of the wind that was blowing through the leaves of the trees. I smiled it was as if they wee singing to me. I could feel the vibration of the Earth, the light vibration of the ground let me know their was a small harmless animal around, and I ignored it. I rubbed the soil in my hands relying on only three of my senses; touch, hearing ,and smell. I became one with the Earth lying their on the park floor.
This was important to me only miraculously regaining my sight a year ago. I still practiced the use of my other senses. I reached up and touched the branch of the willow tree that I was laying under, it was slightly softened which meant that it rained a couple days ago. A smile came across my lips at the thought, that was good.
I slowly eased my self off the forest floor and opened my eyes. I had missed this place this was my safe haven it was a park. It felt good being here, I sighed softly it was getting late and my mother was expecting me home by 8:00. I gently touched the tree, the tree that I have known since I was five. It was my best friend, because it always listened and never judged, in shorter terms it made me feel safe. I loved the tree and deep down, I knew the tree loved me too.
I began the short walk home, I paced myself slowly enjoying the fresh scent of the park. Simply enjoying it’s peacefulness and it’s child like innocence. Oblivious to the world around it that can be ruined in seconds due to a careless human’s mistake. Like my mother’s. A faint smile came across my face as I remembered all the fun times that we used to have here. It was nice, and slightly saddening because we would never get to make more. Not with all that medication she was taking. Before I knew it, I was at the house. I never leave my mother with my brother for more than two hours a day. She couldn’t take care of a child properly nevertheless herself. I opened the door, and heard my brother crying for me, I walked into the living room and saw my mother sitting their just staring at him. I picked him up and cooed at him.
“He doesn’t like me you know.” My mother spoke softly.
“My own son doesn’t love me, and you, you resent me-.” Her voice cracked at the end. She looked like she wanted to say more but she didn’t. My mother just curled up on the couch and cried. It was normal behavior for her she’d been like this since dad left. I rolled my eyes and went to go put Ollie to bed.
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