Fallen

Chapter Ten

TEN

            Last day of preparation and I could feel everyone in the manor was excited for tomorrow. The big hall, where the event will be held, was already decorated. Maids were running around, bringing bouquet of flowers in vases, invitations and trays of food.

            I stood at the end of the staircase and watched people rushing in all directions. It was amusing to see all of them in panic for the ball tomorrow. I saw my father across the room, instructing Dmitri and Mildred. I walked towards them to hear what they were discussing.

            “Have you sent all the invitations to the guests?” I heard my father asked.

            “Yes sir,” Dmitri said.

            “Good,” he said in relief then turned towards me. “Samantha, dear.”

            “Hey Dmitri, Mildred.” I greeted the two as they stood beside my father. Dmitri just smiled gently at me in response.

            “Neh.” I heard Mildred as she rolled her eyes.

            “Off you go. There are still things to be prepared.” My father laughed as he sent the two away. He turned towards me then asked, “Are you ready for tomorrow?”

            “Yes,” I sighed.

            “You’ll do great,” he said in reassurance. He hugged me then kissed the top of my head.

            We went outside towards the garden and sat on the one of the benches. We took pleasure in the magnificent view of the sky as the sun began to set. I heard father sigh beside that made me turn to look at him. He was just looking straight, dazing off his thoughts.

            “I miss her,” I whispered as I watched the sunset.

            “Me too, darling,” he said softly then hugged me tightly.

            “Dad?”

            “Hm?”

            “Can I ask you something?” He turned to look at me curiously. “How did mom die?”

            He looked at me for a while, startled. He opened his mouth but no words came out. He must’ve been shocked when I suddenly asked him. Still, I wanted to hear it from him. I could see his eyes were full of emotions.

            “Samantha,” he whispered to me. He sighed before continuing. “Didn’t I tell you before?”

            “I just wanted to hear it again,” I said.

            “Why?” His voice broke. I could feel his sadness and longing. I began to feel sorry for asking him this. When I was about to take back what I’ve just asked, he spoke. “Your mother died because of her illness when you were young.” He was looking at the sky when he said it.

            “I’m sorry, dad.” I whispered silently.

            “No, it’s fine.” He said gently then smiled at me. “Come. It’s getting cold.” He stood up then went straightly inside. I followed him inside silently.

            I sat at the end of my bed silently. I keep thinking what my father said awhile ago about my mother. I wonder what kind of illness she had. Whenever I keep thinking of my memories about her, I don’t remember a thing about her illness. It was like she just suddenly disappeared.