“It’s just like the cartoons on the Television” I said laughing a bit as I squinted in the
sun. “You know when you
see the rain clouds just over one of the characters head and it follows only
them raining but the rest of the world and everyone else is in sunshine.”
“Yeah.”
“Well I am the
character that has the rain cloud over their damn heads.” I sighed to myself. “At first it is kind of funny watching the rest
of the world from a different prospective but it soon gets lonely there. I mean
no one wants to come anywhere near you because they don’t want to get wet. I think that’s why mum threw me out. I think in the end I
just got her too wet.”
“Your records say
that your mum wasn’t very nice to
you.” Esmee said going over to one of the benches
under a beautiful tree with pink flowers and sat down. I followed her sitting
on the end and resting the back of my neck on the head rest of the bench so I
was looking up through the pink petals and wooden branches to the clear blue
sky above.
“I don’t suppose she was really.” I said more to myself than to Esmee, “but she blamed me for Arabella’s death, so maybe she was just sad.”
“What did she do to
you sweet heart?”
“I truly can’t remember most of the time. The memories are
all too blurry but to be honest I am kind of glad about that. The things I do
remember nearly always hurt but put it this way. She doesn’t know it but throwing me out was probably the
nicest thing she ever did for me. I still worry about her though.” I sighed as I closed my eyes against the sky
somehow I was exhausted.
Esmee gently pulled me in close to her side putting her arm around me. I
rested my head against her shoulder and breathed in the sweet scent of her
strawberry shampoo. There was no need for her to say anything. I knew she was
there.
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