A Drop In The Ocean

The Beginning

I was riding my rusty bike that day when I saw an old lady with a pretty floral dress trying to cross the street. I immediately dismounted , went close to her and help her cross the street.

“I’ll help you with that.” I said as I carry her bag and assist her. I smile at her as I can see her smiling back at me.

“Why thank you my dear.”

                As we cross the street, the old lady looks into her bag and gave me something. It was covered in an old cloth with a red ribbon tied around it.

“Here, a little something from my heart.” She said as she grasps my hand and gave it.

“Oh, Thank you, but I can’t accept this.”

“No, you should have this; it’s destined to be yours.” She said as she looks at me straight in the eyes and her grasp in my hand is getting tighter.

“But…”

“No buts, just accept this and you’ll make this old woman happy.” She said, “I better go now.”

                I was there standing, holding the thing that she gave me as I watch her slowly taking her path. I went on my bike and start pedaling.

  as I went home after that incident no one was home, dads still at work and mom isn’t home yet. I directly went to the kitchen and grab some snacks and went to my room.

                I sat down on my bed staring at the old lady’s token for me and wondering what it is. Suddenly a voice called me, “Sam! I’m home.” Mom said as she went to my room, “So, how’s your day?”

“It’s fine, Abby and I just had fun at their place.” By the way Abby’s my best friend since grade school and now we’re both on our junior year. She has a long brown hair, and her eyes we’re dazzling gray.

“What do you want for dinner?” Mom asked as me.

“Anything’s fine mom.” I said as I smile at her.

“Ok sweetie, I’ll surprise you in dinner.” She said calmly as she brushes her fingers through my hair.

“Ok mom, just call me when it’s done, I need to finish up something.” She went out of my room and I think she started to prepare for our dinner.

                As I close the door and lie down on my bed, I search for the old lady’s gift for me. I sat down and held it, slowly pulling the red ribbon out of the cloth and start removing the old cloth that’s covering it. I look at it with my deep green eyes, knowing that it was a journal, a very old journal perhaps. I don’t know if I should open it, because I respect the old lady’s privacy, but the words she said crosses my mind,

“It’s destined to be yours.”

I stared at it for a few seconds and finally I caught my courage to open it. I flipped through the old pages and read every word on it.

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March 1, 1956

          Hi! My name’s Mary. I’ve decided to write on this journal because it was given by my best friend Bianca, she gave it to me on my last birthday. Last Feb, 29 1952. You read that right, my birthday is on a leap year. That’s what makes me special, and one of a kind.

          I’m in my senior year this coming school year; I’m pretty excited to go to college with Bianca.I nearly forgot to tell you how Bianca and I met. it goes like this, it was late in the afternoon as I can remember it, it was back in our grade school, I was being bullied by  a group of girls when Bianca arrived. She shoved them and splashes them with sand. Luckily they didn’t fight back, because if they dare to, they’ll be kick out of school in no time, Bianca was the daughter of our school principal.

          Bianca helped me and I dust off the sand on my pants and then she said, ”Hi! I’m Bianca, Bianca Layne, you are?”

“I’m Mary, Mary Lane.”

         That was our first conversation and that’s how we met.

                                                                                                Mary

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                As I read that entry, I can’t help to wonder whose Mary and Bianca. It’s like I’ve heard those names before, but I barely remember them.

“Sweetie! Dinner’s ready.” Mom said as she open my door.

“Be right there.” I said and put the journal in my drawer.

                Dad went home by the time dinner was served and we eat together that night.