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angel: part 2
Contributed by
thebrokenyouth
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Tuesday, 28th August 2007 @ 01:57:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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“I have no mother or father to fall back on. No brother or sisters to play with. I have a dying grandma and an old house that has so many leaks that it’s probably flooding. But my life so far has been good. We eat peanut-butter-and-jelly for nearly every meal and have a refrigerator full or milk. Me and Grammy don’t really talk a lot but she’s all I have. I’m grateful for that…” I paused trying to swallow over the lump in my throat.
“How did you get there?” The old man was now looking at me.
My life before Grammy was one that couldn’t be explained in only words. I could never find the right words to tell what I went through. Some bad and some good; some that brought tears and maybe even a few that drew a smile. I didn’t know what I was going to tell him; but it would be the truth. I waited for him to ask again, as I sat quietly drawing my thoughts together.
“What’s your name, honey?”
I looked up, wondering why he chose to ask me this now.
“Remy.” And that time I knew the answer. That was one thing that I knew was right. It was the truth that had always been right there for me; the one that was always cemented into my heart. That was all I had left of what was all gone. I had truths that came and some that went; that was the truth that stayed.
“Miles away from here is a home that I only have faint memories of; a home that I couldn’t even call a home. It was a fairly large house with two stories and stairs that creaked just enough to make you wonder if they did that to warn your parents you were sneaking out. I would always sneak out; sometimes I wouldn’t go anywhere but to my front yard. Sometimes I would sneak out with Jenna…” I paused just enough to make the old man wonder if I had stopped for good.
“Who is Jenna?” He asked, probably to keep me going.
“My sister; well Jenna was my sister.” I stopped, realizing what I was owning up to after so many years. After so long God had chosen now for me to come out of the dark of this old tree and tell this to a complete stranger who had no idea what had happened.
I looked over to see the old man looking at me now. He wasn’t looking at like he was confused, or like he wondered what was going to happen next. He looked at me like he just knew what happened. Like I didn’t have to explain anything to him, he just knew. His expression was understanding and very calming to me. That was all I needed to keep going.
“Dad had always loved me and Jenna more than anything and he would always say so. He had these perfect green eyes that made you think that you were looking straight into his heart; they were happiness. He left on a business trip and right before he left I ran outside to his car crying because I didn’t want him to go. I was merely eight then. Jenna was only four; she had turned four only a week before that day. When I went to the car Dad bent down to get closer to my tear-streaked face. “You be a big girl for Daddy, alright, Remy?” I had nodded to him but didn’t speak. “You take care of Mommy and Jenna until Daddy is back, alright big girl?” I nodded to him again and we hugged and he left. I think that was the last time I saw my Dad that happy.” I stopped telling my story to take in the sadness of what happens next. That was the cute, innocent part of the story. The next part was when I grew up and became wise way beyond my years; I had to fend for myself.
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Re: angel: part 2
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by thumper on
Tuesday, 28th August 2007 @ 10:56:32 PM AEST
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Ok. Go on. I still like this so far. It has my attention. Hope I catch the next installment.
Looking forward to it.
Peace
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