Are you ready to die with me ?

I - What is peace anyway ?

...I haven't felt more alive in my life. Breathing the soothing air of the sunny summer, feeling the damp lawn of my garden, seeing the sun struggling to get through the trees' branches, but somehow still managing to encounter my hazel green eyes and therefore blinding me.

I can not hear a single sound. It feels like someone has turned down the volume of my entire entourage and I'm not able to hear nor feel anything anymore, except peace. Peace, or should I say calm because peace is one of those words with which we shouldn't meddle (or more correctly, we cannot), as it's a word that never really coincides with reality. What is peace anyway ? We don't really know, do we ? Because as far as I know, our horrifying world hasn't seen any peaceful day. No one really knows what peace is, and neither do I. That's why I prefer to say calm.

I get suddenly pulled back to reality by my mother who tells me to get ready. What a terrible sensation that is. It's like I was just born and at last received life with my very first breath.

I go into the house to stop by the kitchen and steal some ice cream (my favorite treat). Then, I just go upstairs while not removing my hand from the railing because I still feel a little bit disoriented by this weird "feeling".

I arrive to my room, take off my clothes and put on my bathrobe. I go into my bathroom, put some ice-cold water over my face and tell myself, "You're beautiful, kind, sweet, smart, ambitious, and most of all, brave. You can do anything if you're willing to. Don't ever forget that." That's what I do every time I am a little apprehensive of something or just need to remind myself that I'm so much more than just a 16 year-old girl as everyone thinks I'm just a spoiled-materialist-rich girl. I think that everyone should do that once in a while, it really reenforces one's self-esteem.

Anyway, I take a shower, come out, put on some make up, curl my short hair and exit. I go to my room and am surprised as I see one of my mom's most valuable dresses on my large bed, making the dress seem tiny. My mom told me that one day, when I would be ready, - well, when she would consider that I'm a grown woman- she would entrust me this dress. It's a golden, short -sleeved, long dress with a trail. It looks like one from a historical movie (my favorite genre).

I put it on and don't even dare to approach the mirror by fear that it wouldn't suit me. I slowly get closer and when I see myself, I can't realize that that's me right there, me. I've never felt so beautiful in my life. After what seems to be a very short time for me, I go downstairs to not keep anyone waiting.

My parents were actually waiting for me all this time, after figuring out what was going on. They looked at me, so proud that I was their daughter. They said," We couldn't be more proud of the person you've become. You've always been able to show us your kindness and the incredible person you are. Don't pay attention to what others may say, their opinion doesn't matter because they don't even know you. This dress is a small gesture from us to show you how much we're proud of you. We love you so much Adelaide, never forget that. » All of our eyes have become blurry after that tender moment. We shared a long, full-of-love hug (while they wiped off some tears, thinking I didn't see).

We all got in our Rolls-Roys and drove off to attend the event I didn't know was gonna drastically shift my entire life...forever.