From him I learn to forgive..

credits to len caramel for the drawings.

I had always had a very pleasant life with my new mother. Don’t get me wrong, though. I was an orphan living in a foster home and mother was an old widow living in Marseille. She had not a child and decided to invite me to be a part of her family.

I was schooled at a school nearby and no doubt that it was very exciting meeting new friends. Even at the first day at school, I had already made friends with all students at the school. Everyone was nice and friendly, except the rich lad named Aurelius Prissou. Well, to cut short, no one really liked him. Why? He loved picking on people, that’s why.

From a friend of mine, I knew that this Aurelius had picked on every girl in the class. No one dared to scold him since his father owned the school. A spoiled brat. That was the phrase I could think of upon hearing the story.

“Hi, you must be the new student. I’m Aurelius Prissou,” he introduced himself to me on one Monday morning. I looked hard at him. “I’m sorry but I had no intention of befriending you,” I said and left to the school canteen with my friend. This, I think, was the worst decision I took back then.

On the next day, when I was about to go home, I realized that something was not right. My favourite teddy bear was not in my school bag as it was supposed to be. I searched every corner of the class for it and even asked my friends about it but all came with zero result.

“I burnt it,” Aurelius said, grinning from ear to ear as he walked near me. “Didn’t anyone tell you what’ll happen if you go against me?”.

I had enough of this. The toy was precious to me as it was given to me by my late grandmother when I was first sent to the foster home. It had been my companion ever since.

THWACK!!!

I hit him with a hard cover book on the head. The teacher saw this and decided that I was the one to blame. I was seen as the bad child who could not control her anger. Aurelius was to be let loose. It’s unfair. It’s definitely unfair. I left home and determined to drop out of school in an instant.

Mother was outrageous by this and urged me to apologize to the lad. I refused and ended up being grounded for a whole month. Eventually I was forced to go to school by then although I tried hard to object her.

Years went by and I finally got to pursue my next level of education in architecture in Paris by scholarship. Mother was happy by this and together both of us had a very splendid dinner at a restaurant.

University years were exciting but then, I found it hard when I didn’t quite know everyone. Everyone seemed to be like strangers to me. Then I saw him. Aurelius Prissou!! He took architecture as well? What a surprise! I thought he would be taking business like his brothers.

“Elsa Lilliu,” he called me after the lecture had ended for the day. I turned to him in disgust. What is it now?

 “Can we be friends? I know that I had been such a naughty child back in primary school but I hope you forgive me”.

“Never! It’ll never happen!” I screamed and stormed through the doors. I just could not forgive him for what he did to me till now. I despised him so much.

Throughout the years, I tried hard to ignore him. But each time I did that, he kept on bugging me. Nevertheless, I managed to be at the top of the class, being the top student and became favourite among lecturers. I was also being loved by my colleagues for being a helpful and friendly friend. I loved this course.

On the late fall, I finally graduated from the university with an honor roll in my hand. My job was already secured and I was to work with a famous firm in Paris. Mother ought to be proud of me.

Upon arriving at home in Marseille, I found Mother sitting peacefully on the rocking chair. She smiled warmly upon seeing me. She held my hands between her work-callused ones as her grey eyes looked deeply into my pair of aqua eyes.  We had a heart-to-heart chat for a while. Little that I knew it would be our last talk together. On that starless velvety black night, Mother greeted the Most Gracious Lord peacefully in her sleep.

“You saved us,”.

Aurelius turned his head. “Huh?”

“You paid the debt of Mother’s company when it about to face bankrupt. Mother informed me before she died,”

“Ah, it was nothing really. I was just lending a hand,”

“Aurelius, I’m sorry for being such a silly goose”.

“Let bygone be bygone. You shouldn’t be dwelling in the past when you should move forward towards the future”.

Those were the words came out from his mouth that opened my eyes about life. He was true. I was so obsessed by my past so much that I did not see the new him standing in front of me.

Alexander Pope once stated that "To err is human, to forgive, divine."

From him, I learn to forgive..

The Strong Albino

(Smile eventhough it is painful to do so)

 

PANG!!!

The big, rough hand hit the young seven-year-old boy hard on the face, leaving red mark of the five-fingered hand on his white, flawless cheek. It hurts, he knew that. But he did not cry nor shouted in pain. He did not even run for his mummy. Weird. It was weird. For someone of his age.

“You’re nothing but a blunt-witted child!” his father thundered as he walked through the old, creaking door, leaving him and his pale mother behind. Her rough, work-callused hands hold his soft hands tightly. Her face was as white as sheet and stained by tears. He knew that she had been crying for a lot of time. She had been crying for him. Her only son. Her diseased son.

He did not know why he had to live in this life. ‘The presence of a child makes a family happier’. That was what he once read in a storybook. But his life did not. His father had never loved him. He had never being hug nor kiss by his father. In fact, he was rather despised by him. He never took him as a son at all but a stranger. He was said to be the bad egg of the family. ‘Did I do something wrong?,’ he wondered alone, before went to bed.

His granny used to ask him about how his father treated him. But all he said were ‘He’s meant to be nice, granny. He’s meant to be..’ as tears rolled down onto his pale cheeks freely like a free flowing river.

He was strange, that was absolutely true. The disease he got was a rare one. The moment he was born, on 31^st August, his mother knew that something was wrong. Her first born was not red. His hair was not black like hers. Everything was white. His hair, skin, and even his lips were pearly white. She almost lost herself when the doctor told her the ‘a’ term. Albinism. Yes, he was an albino. And due to this, he was alienated by people around him. No one liked him but his mother and grandmother.

(Arthur Drew with his mother, Genevieve Drew)

His father left the family for Italy a few years later. He was soon raised singlehanded by his widow mother. “You’ve got to be strong, Art,” she said as she cried again. Her eyes were badly swollen for crying too much and he was sorry for her. Touching her hands, he spoke in a soft voice , “I won’t leave your side, Ma. I’ll never do like what Pa did to you..”.

“Look what we have here,” a boy said pointing at him. “I didn’t know we have a You-Know-Who here”. Everyone laughed. This sort of scene was not peculiar for Art for he came across those words every day at school. ‘Voldemort’; that was what they called him, although he did not have a single idea who was that Voldemort. But, he had this feeling that this Voldemort person must be a weird looking person and hideous one.

14 years later, Art grew into a grown man. His hair soon had a bit shade of color. No more ghostly white figure. He had colors on him by this time. He worked hard at an opera as a violinist and a part time novelist. He wrote stories mainly on family bonds and a happy family. Art was good at writing and no doubt, his novels often became best-sellers. He ought to be happy with new life but he did not. He longed to meet his father. It had been years since his father left him. ‘Absence made the heart grows fonder’; here was no doubt that this proverb was true. He envied others who had loving father. But when he told this to his mother, the old lady just said the nine painful words; ‘He had died ten years ago in an accident’.

(Art and Heather on their wedding day)

‘Every Jack had his Jill’ and Art soon tied a knot to a femme a year younger than him who was also a novelist and a big fan of his novels. Heather, the young lady was a nice, down-to-earth one and she won Art’s heart for keeping his mother happy. Her family objected their marriage at first for they hated for having an albino for their son-in-law but they finally agreed after seeing the man’s humble self and sincere love towards their daughter. Do not judge a book by its cover. Art might not be a normal man but he may be a nice husband for their daughter.

Art and Heather lived a happy life just like the story he wrote for his novels. His mother finally became a granny when Heather gave birth to a pair of twins, Richard and Rowena. Both of them were normal kids and they were loved by everyone they met. Art was sort of jealous but he was happy for his twins. They would not experience the hard life he once had as a child. He was glad for this.

(Heather Drew with the twins, Rowena and Richard)

However, it seemed that ‘man proposes God disposes’. Things didn’t happened like what everyone had hoped. Art was later diagnosed with skin cancer. It was the third stage and nothing could save him anymore. Art became so weak that he was not able to neither eat nor drink on his own.  Heather knew that her husband would be greeting Death but she kept on praying to God for Art’s health. She told Art to promise her to keep his body and soul together for the sake of the twins but Art failed to fulfill the wish, breaking it to pieces. He greeted Death a few days later. He left in the midnight so that no one would notice. ‘Say no man a happy man until he is dead’. This was true for Art’s face showed a calm face and it looked as if he was sleeping peacefully.

(Art during his days in the hospital)

“So, Art wasn’t able to watch his twins grow up into young adults, Nanny?” Richard asked.

The old lady beside him shook her head. “I’m afraid he wasn’t, dear”. Richard’s sister, Rowena turned to the old lady. “But Art was sure a strong man, right Nanny?” she asked as she fixed her eyes upon the name carved on the marble.

HERE LIES

ARTHUR JAMES IVANHOE DREW

(JOINED THE LORD AT THE AGE OF 30)

            “Mother, it’s getting dark,” a man came nearby and holds the old woman’s hand. A woman came near them and placed her hands on the old woman’s other hand. “Mother, we should be going now,” the lady said.

            The old lady stood straight. The man and woman each walked beside their mother, three of them facing the marble. “Richard and Rowena, my darlings,” the old woman started to speak. “I hope that both of you will forgive your father for leaving you so early when you’re still need him by your side,”.

            Both Richard Drew and Rowena Drew hugged their mother with tears streaming on their faces. “Don’t worry, Mother. We had already forgiven him a long time ago,” Richard said. Rowena nodded as she added , “Father may had left us but we won’t leave you, Mother. Nor will the twins,”.

            They went home together with Rowena’s twins Richard and Rowena Longfield holding their nanny’s hands as they walked. Art might have died but his memories would still live within. He was, after all, the strong albino who never gave up in his life. 

~Life was never that easy but grow through it. You'll grow into a more grateful and courageous man that willing to endure everything that passes in front of him..~  

FIN..

My Depressed Novellist Friend (video)

This entry isn't on essay..
But, I just want to share something with you..
If you had a friend that had this kind of problem, what will you do?
Will you just leave the person and minding your own business?
Or will you do something to help the person out?
Talking about calling yourself a friend, I wonder what'll you do..

Essay writing is fun, I would say..
But what'll you do if someone gets the wrong idea about it?

p/s: Lynne Ho is a youtuber with the account named 'pewpewpichu'. She had this kind of 'share your problem with me and i'll try to give you some suggestions' videos and maybe you could give it a try and see if she could help you to solve your problem. Try to check out her videos. Here's the link:

http://www.youtube.com/user/pewpewpichu

I've decided to ask Lynne's opinion about this friend of mine (I believe that some of her friends would know this person is). And this video was her reply. Dear this friend of mine, I'm truly sorry for not asking for your consent about this but I hope you understand. I want to you to hear the opinions of others about this matter, not just mine. ごめん。。：）

Until next time, have a good day, everyone.

Rosemary, Ross and Rosie

(Annabelle, Rosemarie, and Julian)

“Ross, football practice for today’s been cancelled,” Annabelle Dumas called her friend from behind. The particular person turned her head towards Annabelle and both friends went into the class. Do not get me wrong for addressing Ross as a girl for Ross was a girl herself.

            Everyone was in their seats that morning, getting ready with their English books on the tables. The teacher had not come in yet and the students were busy chatting endlessly with each other. “Ross, you know what? Our class will have a new student,” the class monitor, Drew spoke to the student who wore the nametag that bore the name ‘ROSEMARY’.

            “So? What does that have to do with me?” Rosemary snorted. Drew laughed at her question. “Can’t you guess? Well, that newbie will be seated beside you, dummy”. The girl was about to object when the teacher, Miss Leona went into the class. Alongside her was the expected student. Standing in front of the class, the charming Miss Leona started to speak. “Class, today we’ve got a new friend and I hope that all of you will be kind to him. Be nice, okay?,” she said before the lad was told to introduced himself.

            Julian Artemis was the lad’s name and true enough, he was seated beside Rosemary. “Hi, I’m Julian and I’m from Nice,” he introduced himself to the girl, grinning from ear to ear. “Oh, right. I’m Rosemary Robespierre and just call me Ross, okay?” she replied and did the homework the teacher just gave. She had no intention of talking to someone at the moment, especially the sissy Julian. She just thought that he should be named as Julie instead of Julian. Yes, Julie would suit him well.

('Hi, I'm Julian and I'm from Nice) 

            “Ross? Isn’t it a boy’s name?” Julian said, rather confused. “Can I call you either Rosie or Mary? That’ll sound a bit nicer, don’t you think?”. He hoped for a nice reply from her but alas, she glared at him and barked. “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO COMMENT ABOUT MY NICKNAME?!” and by saying that, she excused herself to go to the lavatory. She hated being criticized. Especially the name.

            Days came and went by like seasons and the football was held. It was a friendly match against a school from Versailles. Ross, as the star player, made a good kick and as expected, the girl’s group won. It seemed that the proverb ‘many hands make light work’ was true all along and everyone was happy with the achievement. It was late in the evening and Ross was packing her things to go home. She was about to leave her class when she heard a faint cry of someone pleading. “Please leave me alone. Don’t hurt me, please…..”.

            She went behind the building to find the big baby Julian being bullied by a group of boys. They emptied his bag and laughed at the sight of a sun block cream tube. Rosemary found it rather horrible as she made her way to the bullies. She got in front of Julian and looked at the bullies with full of hatred. “Don't you have anything better to do?! Leave him alone, you devils. I suppose that ‘the devil makes work for idle hands’, isn’t it?”. The leader of the group sneered. “Well, well, well. Isn’t this the female Romeo trying to save her male Juliet? Back off Robespierre, or I’ll grind your bones for my bread!”.

('Leave him alone..') 

            As for Rosemary, she liked challenges and she accepted the challenge by saying the words ‘So much for ‘Jack and The Beanstalk’, mate? I suppose you have to read more than that’. The fight was about to start but it was cancelled when the teachers came. Annabelle had seen the scene and reported it to the teachers on duty.

            No one knew how it all begins, but the trios soon became friends of the friends. Julian soon no longer ran from the ball when Rosemary passed it to him and he even ran after it. Julian was actually trying to overcome the sissy behavior of his and he was improving each day. Everything was cool just until Annabelle informed that she was to move to Paris since her father had been promoted in his job. Rosemary was not pleased with the news but what could she do about it? ‘No news is good news’.

            Before pursuing her studies in business, she met Julian at the gathering. “Ross,” he began. “I know that a leopard cannot change its spots but I can change myself for you. You’ve got to give me a chance to improve myself. I..I.. I love you.. I mean it,”. Rosemary could not bear the statements he gave. “You’re crazy,” she replied, pushing him aside and left the crowd of people, leaving him behind. That was the last time she ever saw him. There were no news about him ever since.

            Years went by and Rosemary was to be interviewed for a job at a famous company in Paris. She went there with a cousin who lived at an apartment in the city of love. There were a lot of people applying the job and after she was interviewed, she felt that she had no chance of getting that precious job. She decided to take a part time job at a café as a waitress while waiting for the result to arrive. She was lucky that the owner of the café was her long lost friend, Annabelle Dumas.

            Both friends had a warm talk and at a particular moment, Annabelle pointed her forefinger towards Rosemary’s strawberry-blonde hair. “I like the way you look now, Ross,” she started the conversation again. “With that long hair, you are a total beauty, Ross. I mean it. You are beautiful indeed,”.

('You are beautiful indeed.') 

            Rosemary worked hard at the café to earn money and she was able to buy garlic bread with her own francs. Few months later, Rosemary received the news that she got a job as a secretary at the company she applied and she believed that luck was on her side. On her first day at work, she wore a smart black blazer and a matching black skirt. With confidence, she knocked at the boss’s office and went inside.

            Her boss was sitting in a chair back facing her and all she could see was his hair which was white-blond. “You must be the new secretary. Introduce yourself, if you may,” the man spoke coldly, still not facing her. Rosemary felt uneasy with this boss of hers, whom she thought a rude man but she did what she was told. After all, he was the boss.

            “My name is Rosemary Robespierre and I’m from Marseille. You can call me Rosie if you want to, sir. I'm totally fine with it,” she introduced herself. At this moment, the man stood up and turned his back, facing her. “Well, isn’t it a girl’s name, I suppose?” he asked, smiling at her. Rosemary recognized that particular voice and face that she could not help herself but smiled.

('Well, isn’t it a girl’s name, I suppose?')

 

FIN.. 

Forewords

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