A day of change

Part one ***

A day in Mexico was like everyday. Work, chores, learning, eating, sleeping, etc. Annalisa was an I ordinary piece of a puzzle that didn't really fit in the whole entire piece. Just a stray puzzle piece found under the bed. Her father, Wilson, was very supportive of her. Like her mother was, if only she were still here, he thought. Annalisa's memory of her mother was like, a scene of green rolling hills with full grown trees that danced with the breeze under the warmth of the sun. The memory was clearer than the most shiniest diamond in the world possible. She remembers the soothing sound of her mothers voice when she lulled her to sleep. She remembered the gentle and soft touch of her hands against Annalisa's  delicate face. She knew everything, every little detail of her mother, despite of her being gone for years. 15 to be exact. Wilson had no idea how to raise a teenage girl. Let's just say he didn't really know how the females bodies worked.So when Annalisa's nature calls... She turns to her most cherished friend, Mona. Mona was just another girl in their little village, but not to Annalisa. They both were average, busy, and lonely girls... But when they had problems, they would turn to each other.

Their individual lives had been both greatful... But plain. Grey and black pictures slowly running with the same pictures over and over again. If it weren't for the creation of one single day... Their lives would be unlivable. People around them denied the truth, and insisted that they lived perfectly and soothing. People thought they were all that and nothing bad was happening. Annalisa and her father and Mona were the only ones who stuck out... Like a circle  in a picture of squares. Anyway... The single day  was loved by people everywhere. Especially in Mexico. Annalisa wasn't as astonished by it like the others, for she did the same each year: walk to her mothers grave, pray, and sit next to it, as of waiting for her mother to come back. Annalisa was not into the parade, food , or celebrations... She only focused on the torn and aged tomb. Her eyes only darted at the words " goodbye mother, wife, and friend." She most definitely didn't not want to see it every year... but for some reason... It Called for her. As if the body , only feet below the ground, was calling for her. The only thing Annalisa would respond with is a rose she had gotten just for her mother. And she didn't even realize it. This year was gonna be just as identical as the other 15 of them. Annalisa knew it. She was 99% sure of it. She woke up happy, knowing she didnt have any work or chores. Just some sitting and staring all day, all night. And that is enough fun for her.

             ~ TWO~

The day had started like any other, but this time, it was gonna end differently. Annalisa was prepared: extra nice different dress , extra nice different hair, and extra nice different shoes. She wanted to show the best for her mother. Anna would hate for her mother to see her in poorly chosen outwear. Wilson was the same, and so was Mona, who had lost her brother 2 years ago. Annalisa was not walking to the parade, nor was she to the big party at the center of Mexico, just as usual, to her comfy spot:relaxing with her mother. Anna would talk to her, often feeling comfortable speaking to her. She would give her a flower, in memory of how much her mother gardened.

Annalisa was inside, eating breakfast her father had made. "Anna! Quick! Come look!" She yelled, Annalisa had heard and sprinted to the direction of the garden. Her mother had shown her a caterpillar she  had found. Fluffy and orange spotted . " Soon it will bloom into a butterfly: graceful and grown, Just like how you will one day".

The garden had rotten for a long time now, and yearned for the love and care the mother had give to them. Annalisa missed that too, and the way she would shout out her name. It was all gone. No more waking with the scent of roses or daisies in the morning. No more caterpillars. Annalisa had now wondered. ' will I still change to be graceful and grown like that butterfly, mother?' It was a question that can't be answered no more. The one person who had it has forever vanished.

Annalisa was found sitting at the tombstone. Small and dingy, yet, to her, it was gigantic  and wondrous. The funeral was small, but yet, to her, it was big enough to remember for her whole life. Every detail to it, every villager who did come. She knew. The dirt was rich brown and soft. Soft enough to sit on for hours. She approved. Annalisa didn't care if the clothes for muddy or wet. The only thing she would care for was her  mother at that very day. The rise was sat down at the very base of the stone piece. The others from the other years had blown away, Anna had guessed.

Annalisa had lots of memories with her mother, and only one object they had shared: a flower crown. Only just before she had died, she had given Anna a flower crown, for any special occasion. It was also worn for her wedding. It meant a lot, but much, much less than her daughter.

Years past... And Anna had no reason or special occasion to wear it for. She had had it for so much time and gave it no use. She finally Ahmad chosen to give it back, to a person that it had belonged to long ago. When no one was watching, Annalisa Had dug out a proportional hole and had buried the crown. She felt better for what she did. She felt... Love.

She quickly sat back down, back to relaxing. Staring, to be honest. But when Anna had stared more... The more she wanted to cry. The words so sudden and depressing. "Goodbye". Annalisa hated goodbyes. They were of no good to her or her family. Water started to run down her face, dropping to the rich soil. Her hand , now on her knee, was moved to the center of the burial spot.

Everything changed.

~ THREE~

Tears, still swimming, down her skin.
Everything turned dark, and it stank of rot. Annalisa was not sad anymore... But frightened and confused. Was it now time for the parade? But it was
Still dawn. The sun was still smiling a bright smile and awoken, full of energy.
It couldn't already be night, it possibly wouldn't.there were no stars... And the moon wasn't showing its bright gloomy light.the only thing she could see was light coming from.... A village? But it was day in the village... Was she in another? Dirt started to fall from the sky. Annalisa could not understand, for, dirt was in the ground... But now... It's everywhere. She didn't hear anything. She felt as if she instantly became deaf, hearing only her thoughts. Then, they started to adjust... Listening to... Music. Instrumental music with the sound of people crying of joy. It was... Colorful. It was like a rainbow full of colors, each one of them placed in a different pattern. But these people were not like any other villager...

'Hmm... People?'

    ~ FOUR~

Annalisa found herself standing now... With perfect hearing... But not so sure on her seeing. She was dreaming, she thought. This one  came out as a whisper in her mind. She was dirty, but didn't notice. Her eyes darted toward a figure, dancing in the fiesta of colors... No... Dozens of them. Every where. They weren't Mexican, nor black or Asian. They were all ...Same. Exactly all the same , every detail. And they seemed to not have muscle, either. They weren't fat nor skinny. All equal.

These "people" we're having a big celebration as her normal village... Maybe even crazier and bigger. There wasn't any light... Only the brightness and glow from the colors. Nothing was plain or dull. None. It was something Annalisa would love to live in.
Everyone ate and danced and sang... But no praying and sitting in the cemetery... There was no....
Cemetery.

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