Cuts and Romance

Epilogue

I was sitting again in the porch holding my first grandchild. He was a little boy now and he sat on my lap. He looked just like his grandfather. All except for one thing. He had my eyes. My violet eyes. He looked at the place with wonder. The paradise still was beautiful and its beauty still took my breath away.

"Grandma where is Grandpa?" Little Nathan asked.

"Ah sweet child. He is dead. You will not meet him until you are very old. He lives in heaven now." I replied smiling.

"Is Grandpa a good person Grandma?"

"Yes of course Nathan. In fact you were named after him."

He smiled and looked towards the swing.

"Grandma can we go there? I want to swing."

I laughed and led him to the old swing. It was weathered and worn smooth but it still held and was strong. As we sat down i pushed lightly with my feet feeling my joints ache.

"Nathan let me tell you a secret." I said.

"Okay grandma. What's the secret."

"You won't tell anyone except your children?? You have to promise me that. You mustn't tell anyone else except when you have children. You will tell the story to your children and your children will tell theirs. Do you understand?"

"Yes grandma i do."

I shook my head lightly and stroked a familiar scar on my chest. I smiled at him And i started to tell the story of cuts and romance.