Fly High | Book 2

Chapter VII- Happy Cell

"Happy Cell"

I was enlightened with his words — but,..I know he was just telling me that, I must to find way and asked help to anyone to reach my dreams. If I wanna fly high, I must to have wings. But, it's impossible. Wings are the weapon but I don't have it. The only weapon I have is my determination and I think, I can considered it as my wings.

     I stepped through the stairs of the house after walking the small aisle of flowers looking at the green card and paper. I sighed. And slid it in my jeans pocket in a many times bend of it; walking in and saw only my younger sister at our room's door, bored.

     She was alone. I'm sure Mr. Thomas is going to meet Terry and Kora in the mall.

     She ran onto me and hugged tightly. She cried and I really felt her love and care — and...her misses. I was touched. I knelt down to see her face. She was so true and I asked her.

     "Are you okay, now? I'm here, don't be sad," and I wiped her hair with my palm, "can you tell me where are they — now?"

     She moved her head saying 'no'.

     "Understand, Mr. Thomas. He's going to meet Terry and Kora. It was his task." I comforted her and maybe others were still enjoying.

     "I understand him but how bout the rest?"

     And I stood up again and hugged her. How come did they just left Jollie?!! I began to cry and my body heat. I was mad and I want to punch something. But — I didn't. Jollie will see me. That's not right. I mean — I felt lost about my dad. He was so buried so deep in the land of grief.

     I bring her to our room and place her at the bed and set her. I left my guitar lying in our bed. I left her in there and I proceed to the kitchen. I must to prepare milk and oats I saw inside of the fridge. These make her feel fine and cool down.

     But, sometimes she hates it as if she may vomit. She loves sweets and salty. She was fine right now, I thought.

     So, then I decided to went in to our room. I found her lying on the bed with folded hands under her head. She was thinking so deep (her face told me). She rose when I entered the room bringing her foods.

     "Jollie? Your food is ready!"

     I smiled.

     "Thank ya," she smiled back.

     And I walked near to and sat beside her. She was starting to eat so focused and silent — and hungry. I warned him to slow down. And she drank water. I looked at her so peaceful with her face and with her brown eyes. She was so glad now that she was eating. So, then, I pulled my guitar up and started to play it. Strummed, plucked and picked. So, I love reggae, pop, poprock and jazz as I showed through playing with my guitar. Jollie was listening while eating her food. Enjoying. I kept on playing my guitar and humming my song I wrote about friendship. It was not so easy to sing in front of her. She used to teased and bashed me about my voice.

     But — still, I love her. She's a kind of a girl, and a sister, who had a true emotion and attitude. She don't fake herself. And I admire her. She's perfectly splendid while gazing at her smile.