One In A Million

Chapter 59

01/05/2015

Was it a simple coincidence, or simply my mind playing me bad tricks. Was it the luck of day one on this new month of May, or just the luck itself had wanted to introduce on this specific day. And why did I woke up with this strange sensation of something of big was about to happen on this new month. Was it the luck of the month of May... So strange.

A week ago, I had submitted to my mom of my seeding idea, that was to start something on my own, creating my very own bracelets, in a mix of boho and Ipanema style. Since my childhood, I had been obsessed with bracelets and fantasy jewelleries, and always had the desire to make my very own business based on the conception of those. From my teenage years till now, I had sketched rough models in a A4 sketch pad. Of course my fingers didn't had the magic touché of Picasso, but I couldn't complain either. What made me prouder was that I came to learn on my own. Mom and Sophia were extremely confident that my creations make my success, that I had a gift from god and should make a good use of it. I didn't had to abuse of my natural talent of persuasion to convince mom to fund my project. Her textual words were "Those Three Thousands Of Euros are yours darling, and I'm happy to help my daughter." At first I had been a bit hesitant to accept that sum of Euros, damn, three thousands represented a lot of money, but definitely it would be enough for a very start, to buy the necessary items needed for the making of the bracelets. As I wanted the Brazilian Ipanema origin to be conserved in my makings, investing like 2K of euros would be necessary in the only in the purchase of the vivid colorful Brazilian bracelets with a shop supplier in Berlin, and necessary other materials. Never I would be thankful enough to my mom for her hearttly help. Mom was the best.

Beside the money thing, Lisa's paying me a surprising visit did give substance to my belief that this first of may was a good one for me. At the moment of opening the door my feet had remain frozen to the floor, unable speak a word, but in my heart was an exaltation of pure happiness. I might wasn't living in Dortmund anymore, but that hadn't stave off us of maintaining our beautiful friendship dynamic.

Our subject of conversations was mainly centered on the reasons that urged me to leave like a coward. It was unnecessary to lie to her furthermore, otherwise she would have knew it. For sure it was not a very enjoyable moment to recall of every of those spooky moments, and to relate them in the form of series of events, my story. Nothing to be proud of, a past made of dark secrets, a past that have been chasing me like forever. Lisa never stopped to cast me that I should have called her for help, because she never would have refuse me anything. It couldn't be clearer that she was entirely shaken up on my said confessions. Tears of hers made my eyes watery, the atmosphere turned instantly very emotional, not in term of negative, but more likely our minds reunited once again. She feared we never would meet again. I made her a promise that this scenerio wasn't even thinkable, and that the worst was behind me, I was a totally free person, again.

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"I loveeeeeee your hair girl, you looking absolutely fabulous, Frank did a magic with your hair." Lisa said sipping on the mug of hot Nesquik I prepared some minutes ago. We had been caught by a sudden stormy weather on our way back home. By chance we didn't had to walk into that rain, as Lisa had rented a car even if her stay in Berlin ay my place would be brief. Even though of the shortness of her time here, we couldn't miss a shopping round downtown.

"Yesss, I really like it, but maybe I should havr picked a darker blonde for the ombre coloring... I looking so weird with short hair OMG." I said with my fingers playing on my scalp.

"You not looking weird at all, you look so beautiful, just look at yourself in the mirror and you'll see the difference, ,a change of hair style was absolutely urgent, you are the new Brooke."