I live a life of uncertainty. I had this condition where my heart could stop beating anytime. So my parents had me home schooled¸ I wasn't allowed to do tiring activities, and my doctor advised me to avoid being exhausted, be ... as much as possible, avoid feeling sad and be happy ... always.
Since ten, I understood what my fate hold for me. I'm going to die, sooner or later. I didn't socialize much, I was contented with my family, and I found no need to look for friends, because as I grew up, I learned it would be hard to be attached. I mean, what if the next day my heart had suddenly stopped beating, I wouldn't have any chance to say my last words. My mom and dad didn't plan to follow me with another child, not yet I think. My only companion was books. There would be times that I would finish reading a book at less than 24 hours.
When I turned 20, I would visit the park, walk for some fresh air, and by my own I could buy books and eat at any bistro in town. Me sitting on a wooden bench at the park became a daily habit. It was only in the morning anyway.
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And they say red hairs were always the stubborn gals. But since Kofi Aston was born, she'd never been unruly. She had this medical condition, which makes her lifespan pretty unpredictable. So her doctor and parents were really paranoids when it comes to her safety. Abnormally, she wasn't able to make friends or social contact with other people in their community. Her eyes were black, with thick curly eyelashes that even made her face captivating. Her eyebrows were perfectly arched, and everything else was beautiful. The kind of face you would not always see but also a beauty that's difficult to remember if you don't always see her, closely. She had strong, long black hair that made a statement. It's not super straight but not frizzy either. Sometimes she would effortlessly tie her hair with a knot when she starts feeling uncomfortable. It almost seemed like there was no flaw in her, if and only if, she had a normal heart like the others.
One morning, like any other day, her mom waited for her to wake up.
"Good morning Mom."
"Morning dear, there's toast and jam on the table..."
"Yeah and ... can I drink orange juice today?"
"Uh... no, you're supposed to drink milk for a week, remember?"
"I guess not," she muttered.
"I'm going now honey, I think the weather's bad today, still going to the park?"
With a toast in her mouth, she replied, "Yes Mom, still going..."
"Be sure to bring an umbrella."
"Bye Mom."
"Bye, be careful..."
"Always am," she said to herself.She always sat on the same wooden bench; she sort of kept a mark on that bench... a "friday" carved on the side of the sit. She never played a role on the beautiful sight she was seeing every day. She's just the "observer" or rather, the watcher who just oversee the tedious activity of the crowd. She never thought of doing things "out" of her precautions...
She was contemplating on having at least "one" friend when she felt something wet on her arms. She looked around but no one was near. Then another. She looked up at the sky and felt a drop of water on her face. Rain. It was starting to rain, then she recalled not bringing an umbrella. She quickly walked to a nearby shed when she bumped onto someone who was probably heading for the shed too. Good thing she didn't stumble and lost her balance.
