On rare occasions,I find openings in the clouds .These rays of beautiful possibilities extend towards me. As I waited for the chauffer to arrive ,I continually pondered about that wolf I saw,earlier in the day. There was something about it that felt too familiar to ignore.
Two hours later,I exited the library and made my way to the car . The ride home was longer than usual,thanks to the wonderful traffic.
Fortunately for me,I was able to escape into the world of Rachmaninoff's 3rd piano concerto. As the melody encapsulated me ,I looked out the window and imagined myself performing the concerto to a large audience.
A screeching sound pierced through the the music and I instantly removed my earphones. There had been a car crash .
After hours on the road,I eventually made it home. As soon as I opened the door ,I saw an endless blur of bodies scurrying around me. They were probably event planners and my mother's puppets .I was confused but decided to go to my room.
Before I got there ,my mother bumped into me. "Goodness Claire ! Where have you been ? We have to leave soon. The fund raiser starts in two hours!" She exclaimed, sounding flustered.
I gave no reply and simply nodded , before walking to my room . "Your attitude is absolutely terrible Claire ! These things matter. You have more than most people and should appreciate it !" Those were the last words I heard before shutting the door.
Silence flooded my mind from all its corners. I was finally in a sanctuary,a safe haven . I was finally away from all the superficial and materialistic ideals that were constantly shoved down my throat.
This is not a life . This is simply an imitation. When my life truly begins ,all of this will be but a memory.
After completing some homework,I heard frantic knocks on my door . I opened it and before I could speak ,my mom marched into my room and dumped some clothes on my bed .
"Try these on . I think the burgundy dress will suit you the most . However,they are all beautiful."
I waited for her to leave before trying on the dresses. I eventually chose a black fitted dress with a high slit thigh. I walked to my mom's room so that she could do my hair and makeup .
"Voila! You look stunning Claire ! Maybe you will catch the eye of a rich suitor. As a woman, you must always dress to impress." She beamed.
"I am not going there to become a man's slave . I will not be a slave to money like you are ." The frustration was evident in my voice when I spoke.
As soon as those words escaped my lips ,I realized that my dad had just entered my mother's room .
He slowly walked to me and asked "Is that really what you think of us ? You consider us ,hard working individuals slaves ?"
"Can you not be grateful for all of this ?" He asked ,pointing at the room.
With every question he asked ,the anger in his voice rose.
My mom simply stood there ,shaking he head ,looking at me as if I were a hopeless being.
My dad came close to me ,leveled his eyes with mine and slowly spoke words to me, that I will never forget.
"You are nothing without us. You are nothing without all we provide for you ." Those cold words were like slaps in the face.
"No father ,I am more than you and her will ever be. I have my own mind . I am not a slave. I do not pretend to be perfect to the world . I am a human being. You are a puppet ." I snapped.
Even after multiple slaps on the face ,I did not regret anything I said. I spoke the truth and the truth is much more valuable than all the money in the world.
Only weak minds ignore the truth ,in attempts to live a lie.
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The Path to Love
WerwolfClaire always felt like an outsider ,in spite of being born into wealth. As an only child who has always lived with abusive parents, she has experienced the depths of loneliness and pain . After running away from home, she is soon thrust into a wor...
