Blogging – short story – childhood memory
Today was so beautiful, I couldn’t stop singing. Yes, the hills were alive with the sound of music. But, not for long though. Mother Nature and her children claimed that my voice was a high degree hazard threatening their safety, so one of them triggered nature’s smoke alarm.
Yes, I suffered a third-degree sunburn all over my body. And, a snake almost bit my tongue off.
I was furious. “Are you guys for real?” I yelled. “Here I am singing my heart out to you guys and.”
“Are you guys for real?” I yelled. “Here I am singing my heart out to you guys and.”
But, before I could finish my sentence, I heard.
“First off, “We are Ladies, not “Guys.”
So I answered, “And, you ladies have your monthly visitor or something?”
“NO! Its just that, only Maria is welcome upon these hills.” They answered back.
So, later on, when I went back wearing Maria’s original dress. I even wore the same striped apron. And, since my hair was already shaved, I was looking just like a black version of Maria.
YES, IT WAS THE SAME DRESS!!!
In fact, the thrift shop owner where I actually purchased the dress from was originally from Austria. Seriously, she looked just like a typical Austrian woman. Yes, she was a dark skin African/American woman, with thick coarse hair, dressed like a Gipsy.
Well! What did you expect? For God’s sake, this is America.
And, for all of you doubters, that’s all I will say about that.
Gosh! Do I always have to explain myself?
Anyway, let me get back to my story: So when I went back to the hills. (Yes, I was singing and dancing, just like Maria.) Till shortly after, I heard,
“Hey, you jalapeno drum beat, this is California, not Florida!”
“How dare?” I thought to myself.
That’s before I answered then back “You dry sands; no wonder EARTHQUAKE is your middle name.”
“Exactly!” Another voice yelled. “And, with your chubby self stumping here, you’re certainly not doing us a favor either!”
“Gosh!” I screamed. “Here I’m dressed like Maria, dancing and singing my heart out, and you guys are still kicking me out of here.”
That’s when they all yelled back.
“Who told you to come audition here? THIS IS NOT HOLLYWOOD!!!”
So I yelled back: “What were you all expecting me to do here? I’m from the Von Trapp family, so, of course I’m trapped here!”
“Now Miss Ladesse you’re a one damn good soul- Swear to God – swear to God.” Said the old man. He was still sitting down on his lazy boy while holding his cane. With his righ hand, he was sipping his cup of coffee she had just prepared for him. The young nurse smiled before she answered him.
“Well thank you Mr. D, but you mean” I’m a good soul?”
“Swear to God Miss Ladesse. Swear to God. There’re no damn good soul left here on this earth!”
“Mr. D you mean only the good souls are left? ”
“No Miss Ladesse. NO. There are no damn good souls left. I swear to God-Swear to God.”
Well, shouldn’t we be rejoicing about that Mr. D?”
“Rejoycing? No damn good soul left here and I should be happy about that? What’s wrong with you Miss Ladesse?”
“Mr. D. Don’t you think the world should be a better place without the damned good souls.”
“NO IT WON’T! Sure ain’t! If the damn good souls are gone, only the damn bad souls are left here, what to rejoice about?”
“Mr. D, if they are good souls then, why are they damned? I’m not a damned good soul, I’m a good soul.”
“Well Miss Ladesse, I don’t know about you, but I’m one damn good soul, and I thought you were one too, but I guess I was wrong.”
“Mr. D I’m still a good soul.”
“And this is exactly what I’m trying to tell you here Miss Ladesse. “ You’re one damn good soul.”
“But, I thought you just said there were “no damned good soul left here Mr. D?”
“That’s not what I said Miss Ladesse. The old man yelled. You’re not hearing me right. “I said there are no damn good souls left here, but you and I are sure two damn good ones left here. Swear to God-swear to God.”
But Mr. D, if we are two good souls, why do you refer to us as ‘two damned souls?”
“That’s just the way it is Miss Ladesse. Swear to God, I swear to God! “But damn it, for a damn good soul, you sure are one damn stupid sould, if you can’t get what I-SAYIN!!!”
Wishing all the beautiful and worthy Mothers a “Wonderful Mother’s Day!”
For your unconditional love:
Child: “Mah, I’m ready for you to wipe my boody!”
Mother: “Hold on, I said I’m coming!”
Child: “But it smells Mah, hurry up, MAH!!!”
For all you’ve sacrificed:
Child: “Wow Mah, I love this dress; thank you. Where did you buy it from?”
Mother: “The thrift shop.”
Child: “THE THRIFT SHOP????”
For all the sleepless nights and awakening moments.
Mother: “Oh no! Nurse, I think you made a mistake.”
Nurse: “I’m afraid this is your baby Ms…”
Mother: “Are you kidding m? Does the hospital has a “Return To Sender”stamp?”
For all your heartfelt prayers:
Mother’s typical prayer:
“Lord please watch over my little angels, they are so perfect and I love them so much.”
Children: “Mahhhhhhh…. tell her to leave me ALONE!”
Mother’s revise prayer: “Lord please send your angels down to restrain me before I slap the crap out of my little demons!”
Mother’s furious prayer:
“Lord, if you give me one more girl like these ones, I swear I’ll search for Jacob’s ladder, and climb the trillion stairs to heaven, to dump her right back on your lap!!!”
Lastly, Mother’s thanksgiving prayers:
“Dear Lord, thank you for watching over my babies. And, thank you for the blessed gift of Motherhood!”
Now, a garden of flowers for you lovely Mothers.
I asked the world for an explanation, but it answered me “I don’t owe you one. I should be the one to ask you this question since you invaded my territory fifty-four years ago.”
That’s when I realize it was time to say goodbye!
Meanwhile, enjoy one of my latest painting intitled “Look up Haïti!”
I’m dedicating it to my nephew whom I never met. HIs name is Mohamed Mushak Moïse. A few days ago, after my conversation with him, I realized we had one common ground. We are two forgotten beings, trying to understand what to make out of this cruel world; yes, fighting for our survival. So I prayed for strength that night, just so I could be there for him, help him any possible way; since his mother passed away three years ago.
If only I had the strength to wait for the fulfillment of my prayer. Knowing God, if He does answers at all, it will probably be too late.
I’m a freak for beautiful things. Seriously; I will buy a set of porcelain plates just because I think the artist deserves an applaud.
I wish I could say the same for my children, but… God knows where those Mohicans came from.
Beautiful plate, wouldn’t you say? Sometimes, I just gaze at these beautiful creation just to admire the artist brilliance. That’s why I don’t negotiate my collections with anyone; not even with my children. Because my brats are yet to learn how to appreciate the value of artistic creations.
What can I say? I learned the hard way. I once had an antique table which I proudly gave to my first born. A couple weeks later, I almost had a heart attack when I visited her. And for her, it was like “What’s the big deal?”
“What happened to the table?” I asked her.
“Oh! I forgot the iron was hot when I placed it there.”
Since that day, I vowed “NEVER to trust anyone of those intruders with my collection until the day I can confuse their gray hair with pure white thread.
So, after my second daughter brought her house, guess what I did? I took pictures of everything I carried to her house. Not that she cares either. Check out my notes:
I don’t know, it’s something about beautiful site, that just takes my breath away. I will stop driving just to take a picture. Sometimes it’s the blinding colors from the sunrise; or, a beautiful garden. I feel anything beautiful is worth preserving.
For instance, my daughter has a beautiful crystal chandelier in her dining room. Look at it: The picture is not flattering enough, but trust me, it’s beautiful!
I’m also a freak when it comes to beautiful fabrics, French and Brussels laces… And you know what bother’s me? I practically have to hunt the thrift shop in order to find these valuable treasures. Now everything is from China, so we only get the make believe ones. Look at the French lace below. If I could still find this edging lace design, I would make myself a beautiful gown, and whenever I wear it, I would never speak to anyone ever again.
Now this is what I call a wedding handkerchief. No wonder the old folks marriage lasted forever. I bet you the wives did everything in their power to please their husband. Why? Because he was more likely the one paying the mortgage, so she had to reassure she had a place to safeguard her handkerchief collection. And, don’t forget her silverwares either!
Lastly, today a few swans came to visit our backyard. Since I’ve been here, I’ve seen ducks, flamingo, but never swans. My daughter even said:
“Mom, I’ve never seen swans since I’ve lived here, you think they were angels who came to visit us?
I answered her “Honey, we live in Florida, way too close to the Caribbean. I doubt the angels would risk breaking their wings with all the demons who live down here!”
Angels in disguise? No wonder they only remained in our backyard, hell is probably two floats away!!!
I picked up two of my daughters from the airport Sunday night; they were in Brazil for the week.
When they left, I was worried. “Remember the zica virus is vacationing there as well. I don’t want to have to wait for two more years before I could hold another grand-child”
“Oh Ma, please! Just pray!” They answered me.
Of course, I was relieved to see them back home safe. But, during our ride back home, the older one had a moment of brilliance.
“You know what Ma?” She said.
“Thrilled me please!” I answered her.
“ I seriously thought about this, and this is my firm decision. I’m going to take a break from travelling, so my next trip will be all the way in December.”
I knew better than to encourage her insanity, so I just answered her hesitantly, “Oh, well, ok-OK dear.”
Mind you, that conversation took place on Sunday night, the 14th of FEBRUARY. And,
yesterday was the 16th of the same Month. I was in the room minding my business, pounding my brain, trying to figure a way so I could cheat my way through the Algebra class, which I must enroll for ASAP, when I heard.
“Ma, can I come in?”
“Going to surprise my friend to.”
“From the thrilled look on her face, I knew she was planning to travel. So, I interrupted her IN PURPOSE.
“But, we are still in.”
“I know Ma, but she just gave birth, so I have to go see her and the baby.”
“Okkk-kayayay!” I said.
What can I say? She’s a byproduct of “Stand-by-your-husband.” I can’t really blame her.
Yes, when I was pregnant with her, my husband was still attending Northrop University. As an aeronautic engineer student, he would spend hours standing near the airport to observe the planes landing. I was the lamb dragged to the slaughter. From where we stood, we could feel the heat from the planes as they landed. And, by the time we left there, I thought I was deaf.
Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if one day she received a new revelation: “Ma, guess what?”
“Thrill me please.” I would answer her back.
“I found a surgeon who could implant two gigantic wings on my back, see? Right there. So I can fly like a plane.”
And my answer would be, “Ok honey, but remember to check the weather for storms, and don’t bother to bring an umbrella either, the wind will definitely blow it away.”
And, knowing her, she would probably answer me.
“Don’t worry Ma, I will.”
Yap! When we have Chill-Rain, it’s like signing a lifetime contract with Mr. Worry and Ms. Panic attack.
Later on that day, while my youngest one had just texted me a whole list of prayer requests pertaining to her long terms goals. On the other hands, on the same day, the third one from the same species finally decided to have a heart to heart conversation with me about “Her life, which was not turning out the way she had planned.”
Yes, THAT ONE graduated with her Bachelor from Florida State University over a year ago. Although, from the day she was born, she had that honorable kinder for justice and law, and she always knew she wanted to be a lawyer. But, somehow, between the graduation ceremonies, till now, she’s been searching for her soul while watching Briana’s whereabout, and Jhon Lennon playing the piano while she works as an assistant manager 1/2 a second per day.
“I have to find myself Ma, so I need a break.” I figured she needed some time. For she did have to endure a couple trauma while she was away for school. Like spending a couple thousand dollars per month which she never told me her father was wiring her, SINCE HE DIDN’T KNOW SHE HAD A FULL SCHOLARSHIP.
Finally yesterday, the conversation went like this: “Ma, I know what I want to be now.”
I answered her “Wow, let me guess?”
“Ma, I wasn’t the only one who got lost along the way. In fact, one of my friend spends his days smoking, because he can’t figure out what he wants to do with his life. He studied journalism, and mind you, we were both honors student from High school.”
So, I answered her, “And, I ‘m assuming when he left home for FSU, “himself” was not lost yet?”
“Of course not Ma. We were both brilliant children.”
“I see. “So why don’t you both take a ride back to the university, and search through the lost and found box, and at last claim “yourselves back”
“Ma!” She yelled back.
I had to be a Mom. At least, that’s what she expected of me.
“I know. I trust you’ll find your way. You always did. I reassured her.
“Are you disappointed in me Ma?” She asked sadly.
“No.” I answered her. But, to cheer her up I said, “Hopeful, but not disappointed.”
She too had been mourning for our cats. I noticed she had lost so much weight, she looked like a stale herring fish. But I knew the only help I could offer her at this point was my sound wisdom. She had to discover her own journey. And, I’m confident she will.
So for closure, I said to her:
“We must give ourselves time to heal from life tragedies. Yes, after a wound, our soul thirst for healing, the same when we longed for a cold glass of water after a long run. And this healing is secured only on due time; therefore, we can’t rush its process.
Meanwhile, enjoy the silence. Listen to your inner soul. For, it will sing a melody, which only you can hear; only you can enjoy. Then you might discover how well, your fingers may still scribble some heartfelt poetry. Or, don’t be surprised if you gravitate toward the piano, where you once find your delight.
Yes, our God’s given talents were given to us for such a time as this. So we must embrace them. For, whenever we’re bruised, they will help us healed. If confused, or lost, they will be our guide to our journey back home.”
As tears rolled down her cheeks, I turned my head away, so she wouldn’t notice my teary eyes.
Moments like these are truly unforgettable. For, I just had to share my basket of roses with her, so she too might have enough to spread along the way.
I knew a woman who despised her own daughter. When she told the love of her life she was pregnant with his second child, she was told he was getting married to another woman.” However, if the baby was to carry the father’s last name, the law required for him to marry after the baby was born. So, at the father’s request, the wedding was postponed till July, after the baby’s birth. Of course, his fiancé was not pleased as well. So the poor child, even prior to her birth, had managed to anger two women, who would eventually despised her.
The pregnant woman was furious of course. In despair to get rid of the baby, she drunk every tea known in her custom to prevent the fetus from surviving, but that little fighter kept on living anyway. She had previously expressed her intention to give the baby away after birth, but her mother warned her: “You will not do such a thing, and I better don’t hear anything happened to that baby either!” So, past the midpoint of her pregnancy, after drinking multiple cups of tea daily, when the woman realized the remedies were hopeless, she decided to have an abortion which was performed in secret back then.
One early morning after she left her house, while no one knew where she went. On her way to the doctor’s office, she noticed a dark tall man starring at her. In fact, he came and sit right next to her on the bus. After a couple minutes of silence, he finally asked her:
“Why are you about to commit this heinous act?”
Somehow, she was not surprised she said. She thought he was a seer. So she answered: “My body is mine to do as I’m pleased.”
He said:” You are about to have a special baby girl, a gift which you should cherish.”
She was furious by then, so she answered: “I don’t’ care! And, even if she’s to become the Queen of this country, I still don’t want her!”
His answer: “Go ahead, do as you’ve planned; “If you can!!!”
The woman claimed, as they both walked out of the bus, the man had disappeared. And later on, she was shocked to feel, just when about the time for the doctor to proceed with the abortion, the baby leaped in her womb, afterward kept on kicking. Finally, the doctor shook his head and said, “I cannot proceed with this procedure Mme. This baby is vividly alive, and constantly playing soccer in your womb. Besides, you would risk losing not only the baby, but your life as well, if I proceed.” She was furious of course. And when she went back home, she said she had one goal: “One way or the other, I will get rid of this baby.”
She continued her quest, she drunk several cups of tea daily. By her house was an unfinished wall, tall enough for her to jump off every morning. But, that little soccer player not only lived full term, she was also overdue. By then, the baby’s grandmother who closely monitored her pregnancy, had a dream one night. She saw a beautiful woman with a blue shawl, sprinkled with gold stars, came to tell her: “Be aware Idovia – the baby will be born tomorrow, and it will be a girl.” Immediately the old lady woke up, and sent news ahead: “Go tell that witch, who is my daughter, “The baby will be born today, and I’m on my way, and I better don’t see a scratch on her when I get there!” As the old lady heard in the dream, it was so. On the same day, while the woman was drinking her last cup of murder tea, she went into labor, and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. But she still wanted no part of her. Thankfully, the old lady was there to grab the baby from the woman. Then the old lady chose one of her best friend, to be the girl’s God-Mother, who also loved her dearly. Her father continued to care for her, although he married the other woman, a couple months later.
The little girl was special indeed. She had a heart full of love and compassion for everyone around her, particularly for the poor. Quite often, she had vision, and vivid dreams about her surrounding and the future. She was loved by everyone, with the exception of her mother. Unfortunately, the woman’s heart was so hardened against the child that she would never learn to love her daughter. But, the Almighty’s sense of humor should never be questioned. For He gave the little girl a gift of genuineness, which was enough to drive her mother insane!
- At three she would tell her mother whom she called auntie: “I can see angel’s auntie, but you will see demons because you are not nice to me.”
- At four, she would not drink tea, instead she will answer: “Drunk enough tea from auntie’s stomach, now am immune to poison.”
- At five after a butt whooping, she would tell her: “You are too mean, and God don’t like evil, so don’t blame me if He calls you home today.” (Thank God, her grandmother kept her away for a couple weeks.)
- At five, when the milk lady came to collect her money, and when her brother told the lady: “Mom is not here, and she forgot to leave the milk money.” The little girl answered, “Why are you lying? Mom is right behind the door lady, think she was waiting for you, since she saw you coming!”
- At six, after she dreamed her mother was leaving in a plane, she ran toward her mother with excitement to tell her:
“A man with long hair just told me “You see that plane up there, your mother will soon get in that plane, for she wil travel to a faraway land.” The mother who was talking to a friend slapped the girl on her lips. When the girl asked her “Why did you slapped me for? It’s the truth” The mother replied:” Because you are talking about my damn business”. The girl then said: “If it was only your damn business, the old man wouldn’t have told me about it!”
“You say one more word, and I will cut off that smart tongue of yours. Go head, just one more word!” The mother said out of anger.
The girl remained quiet for a moment, then she walked back toward her bed to lay down. The mother yelled, “Why did you go back to bed? It’s time to get up!”
The young girl answered: “I know. But I went back to bed to see if I can go back to sleep, because I forgot to ask the old man something.”
“What did you forget to ask him? Get off the bed I said.”
The girl answered: I forgot to ask him if you were coming back after you left iin that plane? “If so, could he use his magic to make sure you never come back!”
The end of the story: “Let say it was a good thing the little girl was able to run at the speed of lightning to the church next door!” LOL