When the leaves fall

Chapter 1

When the Leaves fall

1860

I was sweaty and tired! My hands full of calluses hurt! The trip on horseback had been long and tiring, my skirts did not help much, and they were attached to each bush that the horse passed. She had chosen a light skirt and a white blouse for the trip, the region of Vesper was very hot at this time of year, spring was at the end and soon it would be summer. My favorite season of the year was almost over and ended sad and empty.

The day was at its end, the sun gave a show in his farewell. I had finally reached my destination.

I always tried to be positive, but the last few days did not help me much. In two weeks my life turned upside down.

Finally I arrived at my Aunt Mary's house, after a long day's journey that began at six o'clock in the morning. Mr. Alberto had been kind enough to accompany me on the trip, was a close friend of my father's, and made a point of taking me safely to my aunt's house. My few belongings left over he brought in a trunk in his wagon. He would spend the night with us and the next day he would return to Livver.

A young lady of about 16 received us, her name was July, her welcoming smile calmed my heart a little, she was so fearful.

I do not know my Aunt Mary, my mother's family cut off from her when she married my father. We never talked about her family; the only thing she told me is that my Aunt Mary would take care of me if anything happened to her and my father. My name is Aurora, I turned 18 on the day that spring started September 22, (another reason to love so much of spring).

Ah! I was also born when the sunlight was dawning at dawn, so Aurora. I grew up in a house full of light and joy, my mother loved to sing and whirl around the house, especially when my father was around; she said that he made her happy. My father, although more serious, always smiled at the candle, he saw in his eyes the deep love he felt for her. They were a nice couple ...

I am the only daughter; my mother lost two babies before me! When I was born my birth was very time consuming and complicated, she is almost gone. After me, she never got pregnant again.

As I entered the drawing room of that large and sumptuous house, I felt as if the walls were watching me, they were covered with pictures of men and women painted in oil, one of them caught my attention in particular, it was a young woman in a beautiful dress of Yellow feast,her face looked very much like my mother's, was she my mother when she was young?!

At that moment a young lady entered the room. When he saw me his eyes were filled with tears, his face turned white as it would be it seemed that he saw a ghost.

She came toward me still expressionless on her face, came over and touched my face. I felt in my hands the same perfume as my mother, her face was so similar to my mother's that I also touched it to see if it was real.

When I touched it, it looked like it had come back in time a few days ago when my mother was still with me. The warmth of his hand made me wish for more so I threw myself into his arms. My tears flowed copiously, and I longed to get out of that warmth. That lady hugged me in despair, as if it were a memory of the past that came to the present to charge dormant feelings. The sob burst into the room and we could not change a word for a few minutes, the hug made us one for a moment. When we finally let go we looked deeply trying to recognize each other's love for the same person.

She was the first to speak:

¨You have the same eyes! Your hair, your smile! Wow how long ago I did not see them!

"You smell like my mother, and she looks a lot like her too!" "I could not stop myself and I cried again!

We talked for a long time, my aunt wanted to know how my life was until that moment, it was easy to talk about my life, because I only had joys until that moment where my parents are gone, this was the worst part.

My parents had died in an accident, their carriage went out on a rainy day when they returned home and fell on a cliff. He heard the news two days after the incident, for no one had seen the accident, a hunter had found the wreckage of the carriage and its occupants as it collected its hunting traps.

My aunt was shocked and very sad at the tragic end of her sister.

I talked a lot during dinner and she listened to me patiently, (my mother always said that I talk too much, I try to control myself, but sometimes I do not understand) during this short time my aunt seemed to me a kind, calm and patient person.

I was able to conduct the conversation so that I would not suffer with the last memories, led the conversation more to the side of my childhood, my studies and my interests.

I found that we have a lot in common with regard to tastes, she likes practically everything I like poetry, musics, novels ... We are in like!

We went to bed early, for we were all exhausted, we by the journey and my aunt by the whirlwind of changes in her life so sudden. The weariness on his face was clear.

She had prepared a beautiful room for me in shades of blue tulip and light blue, everything was perfect. A few days later I came to discover that this room belonged to my mother, and that he remained as she left, because my grandfather did not allow anyone to enter it.

A warm bed for a tired body, finally...

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