Crimson Ruby

Chapter 2: My Life

If anyone listened to my inspirational thoughts at that time , they would think I were somewhere out-doors in the most charming and inspiring natural place on Earth.

But the fact was, that I was merely sitting in my plain room and it was an ordinary morning. I was drinking the same everyday cup of milk and it was the same 6:00 am. It was always 6:00 am.

My big book Conversation Etiquette were always by my side. I thought I would enjoy to practise what I've learnt from it. I felt obsessed with such topics; I loved everything classy such as feathers, velvet cloth , lace , diamonds and long puffy gowns.

But in the place where I lived in, there were no such things at all. Well, it was a poor district in France, financially and emotionally.

Life in there were so desperate; people woke up with anger in their pale eyes and they straightened ahead to work just like miserable slaves, made up of skin and bones. It was hard to find a job, though.

My dad worked as an artist; he drew with coal because we couldnt afford oil or water colours; all his paintings were as pale as black and white mixed together. But that did not mean we had any artistic works at home; dad used to collaborate with some guys who sold them in the streets of Paris; our districts residents were never interested, indeed.

At that time I was thinking: I've never been to the city (Paris) , I have never stepped out of our district. I had begged dad a lot to take me, but he always refused. Besides, if transportation was cheap, dad would sell his own paintings himself in Paris anyway. I have never seen a butterfly, or a leaf on a tree's branch, I craved the feeling that people taste when birds twittering notes wake them up. We barely saw sunshine; it was either rainy or foggy .That was why our district's name was called Rain.

Well, I think Id better keep my dreams in my dreams...

Sara Khalil Doleh