muse

31 / 07 / 13

31 / 07 / 13

My aunt is a very interesting person. Well she's my great aunt really, and she is in her mid-seventies so I guess she has experience a lot of things. And she told me a story once about a woman she knew. And afterwards I could not get the idea out of my head - so much that I started imagining all sorts of details and little parts to the story. And here it is, with my "storified" version, but with the same storyline, and the same facts. All these things are true.

Once there was a girl and a boy of eighteen who lived in a small seaside village, who were quite in love. One day, the girl found out that she was pregnant and when she told the boy, he was terrified and left her.

She was taken away to a convent to have the baby, where pregnant unmarried women went. Once born, the little baby girl she gave birth to was adopted, and the young woman decided to go and try to start a new life.

She travelled the country for some years, but after some time came back to the old village she grew up in. After a few weeks she ran into a man whilst out walking and knew who he was straight away - her old boyfriend and the father of her now-adopted daughter. He was delighted to see her even though he had left her before, and they started to go out again. After some time they married, and although they had no more children the two lived happily together until they grew old.

However, the man became ill suddenly, and after some time he died. The old woman was left alone once again just like she had been after she had given birth to a daughter, aged eighteen. She lived alone for some time, and often thought about her daughter, wondering where she might be. And she was very lonely, because she had loved her husband very much and now he was gone.

One rainy day, she had a knock on her door. When she opened it, there stood a woman in her thirties, looking quite nervous. And the old woman told her that she did not accept sellers at her door but the other woman merely introduced herself as her daughter - the child she had had when she was eighteen. The shocked old woman brought her inside the house and made tea for her as her daughter told her how she had been searching for her parents for quite some time, especially since her adoptive mother had died.

And from that day onwards the two made up for their lost time together, and the daughter visited her mother every week - she had a husband and children - the old woman had a son in law and grandchildren, and they lived as a large happy family for a long time.