Love's Blind To Those Who See

This is a story of how one incident may have changed everything in life that proceeded it. It was a day I broke from the wall of ignorance to the endless space of misery. I suppose It wouldn’t be a misery to my following generations because I must teach them the secrets, and important stories of their backgrounds to them before it is too late.

The story starts with me, leaning on my front window from the kitchen and taking in the beauty of the rustling sounds of the air brushing through the tree and the flowing water which endlessly hits the rocks. You may find this scene to be beautiful, peaceful and maybe even problem free, but come on would you really want to stare at that same image for oh I don’t know about 18 years! Yeah, second thoughts, right? Yes, exactly what I thought.

Besides the nature, and the fact that our house is so far from the city side my mother is often a mystery to me. I suppose my family in general is a mystery, I’ve often attempted to ask my mother where my father had gone to when I was two?  But I often got no answer in reply. Yeah I can remember since I was two, amazing isn’t it?

“ Mother, I’m old enough you know, you don’t have to keep hiding secrets about our family from me” I said to my mother when she sat at our oak table for a cup of ginger tea.

“My dear princess, there’s nothing to hide, your father left because, because we divorced each other, I told you” she said as she gazed towards me, while I stood by the window, looking for some truth in her eyes.

“Mother your the most benevolent person I’ve ever known, I suppose the only person I’ve known, to ever be divorced or left like this, how can it happen?”

“Ruby your questions are harder to answer than you can imagine, truly it hurts to remember those days, now have a sit and enjoy your cranberry pancakes and freshly picked berry salad, before I go to work at the far meadows and garden side” she insisted with a soft gesture towards my seat.

After my mother left our small cottage house, I busied myself to some of the books which my father had left behind, before leaving. I always had a passion reading and with al the spare time on my hands at home I had a large imagination that often kept me bust and amused at my own creativity. I dreamt of how it would be if my mother one day decided to move us to the city side, oh the glamorous lights that would sparkle like the stars in the night sky! Of course I have not seen the city lights but definitely the books bring everything to life. As I reached to the last page of Ralche,a German poetry book, I found little doodles on the last page cover inside the book. I followed the lines of some sort map-looking drawing with my fingers, it was definitely my father’s writing, I knew it, and my mother couldn’t write her first name if she tried, or so I thought. As I continued following the lines of the drawings I felt my eyes slowly blur with tears. It wasn’t from missing anyone or not understanding the drawing but from realising how far I am from knowing the mysteries of my family, who and where is my father? Why must we hide in the faraway forest? And why can’t I just be raised like any other girl?

“All I need is true love” I whispered to myself as the last tear in my eyes rolled off my round and flawless cheek.

“My dear daughter, I said the same thing to myself years ago” I first thought it was my creative brain making its own debatable arguments mentally, but at the brush of my mother’s voice on my ear I realised it was her watching me silently as I sat on our only cushioned rocking chair my the window. I quickly straitened and wiped my tears away as I looked in the opposite direction of my mother.

“ Oh mother I never noticed that you have come home so early today I saw just..” I said without ending  the sentence completely, hesitant to hear my mother’s reply.

“ No dear stay comfortable in your seat, I’m saying I  myself  thought that true love would be all I need to a happier life, truly it was a mistake, that my dear daughter shall not make” my mother said , leaning over to level eye to eye with me.

“Yes, mother, it was my foolish imagination that drew me away, that’s all” I felt my blood boil for a moment, was she really telling that I shall never fall in love? I couldn’t let my grey eyes drop into a serious and deadly look so I forced a smile from the edges of my lips and added with a little laugh:

“Oh mother, must you be so worried, we live in the middle of a forest, I mean who could ever find us any ways” .  I relaxed my muscles, when I found my mother smiling again.

“Alright then dear go on and make dinner, and remember my advice” My mother had the same eyes as me of course older and more tired looking, and full of concern.

“ Yes. Mother, you know we should really go for a walk, it would be refreshing for the both of us, wouldn’t you say so?” I insisted to my mother who looked pleased and softly smiled,

“Of course dear, I would love that” she said

I watched my mother set dinner, while I sat by my window,  full of the nights beautiful sounds and sceneries.