The power of words (S1 Ep.14-4)

Monday, December 23

It was a magical night! I didn't want to just dream to see him again, now I longed for his presence more than ever.

I got up early, was eager to get out and walk around the city, but with so much work at hand would have to postpone my desire. I went downstairs to breakfast and at the kitchen already was mother…

D. Marya: Good morning, my daughter.

Rose: Good morning mom. Will you go to work today?!

D. Marya: Yes, today and tomorrow. Then I have the rest of the week off.

Rose: I was counting on you to advance some work. We're in the final pieces… And I have to find the space for the fashion show.

D. Marya: Wasn't Joan who was responsible for that part?

Rose: I was, but ...

mother smiled with pity seeing my embarrassment, noticed that I wasn't ready to talk about it.

D. Marya: We’ll do it this way, we treat the snacks for the arrival of your brothers and then I help you with the pieces.

Rose: Deal!

D. Marya: The list of groceries is on the fridge.

Rose: All right. I take care of that after lunch.

D. Marya: Thank you. See you later.

Rose: Bye mom.

With breakfast taken mom went to her work and I went to the sewing room. The smiles were constants as I remember every moment to his side. While tragic was the story of Joan I wish I lived in a time where the magical creatures reign in, where the bright flowers along life and lit up the days. Several times I found myself imagining such a place. In my dreams, the gardens, his presence was frequent, would that be memories? Or desire? "His poem, it was beautiful!" The words of Mikhael were present at every moment. With a poem, he proposed to Anastacia. Be worthy of such love was undoubtedly a desire.

The morning had passed so quickly. I just got the dress done, put it on mother’s table,  went down to lunch and followed to the supermarket. I felt a little foolish, wanting to sing, not a specific song, but just word. Purchases made and on the bus riding home, my mind fled to his image, his words about Joan and I knew what I had to do.

When passing in front of Joan’s home I stopped. "Ring, don't ring!? They must be occupied! I’ll come back later, or send her a message. This is not a subject to speak by phone!". And I touched the Ringbell ...