Post by Isra Varousse on May 5, 2007 0:40:29 GMT -5
It was the night before my tenth natal and my entire family had gathered for dinner, even my father was home. The air was filled with a mix of anticipation, excitement, and a tint of sadness. The sadness was from my mother. I knew she would never tell me, but she didn't truly want to see her oldest daughter leave home already.
Quietly, I helped mother prepare dinner, spending as much time as possible with her. Once we all sat down to eat, any quiet was gone as the house filled with the lively noises of my sisters. The twins immediately began inspecting their food with their fingers, foregoing eating for the moment.
My father was proud of us, it nearly shown from him every time his eyes circled the table. I knew he loved the fact that his home was filled with such beautiful and exotic women. In a land that prided beauty above all else, he felt himself the richest man in the world.
When dinner was finished, we gathered in the main room. My sisters playing, my mother sewing, my father reading a book, and I watching them all. I knew this would be my last night of this and I wanted to paint a picture in my mind, one that would never fade. I memorized everything, even the things I knew by heart.
Feeling eyes on me, I looked over and saw my mother watching me. Smiling, I went to sit by her, laying my head on her knee as she sewed. She reached out and stroked my hair softly before returning to her sewing.
Thus passed my last night with my family. The sun rose on my first day as a member of Jasmine House, and even though eight years have passed, I can still call the painting of that night to mind whenever I desire.
Quietly, I helped mother prepare dinner, spending as much time as possible with her. Once we all sat down to eat, any quiet was gone as the house filled with the lively noises of my sisters. The twins immediately began inspecting their food with their fingers, foregoing eating for the moment.
My father was proud of us, it nearly shown from him every time his eyes circled the table. I knew he loved the fact that his home was filled with such beautiful and exotic women. In a land that prided beauty above all else, he felt himself the richest man in the world.
When dinner was finished, we gathered in the main room. My sisters playing, my mother sewing, my father reading a book, and I watching them all. I knew this would be my last night of this and I wanted to paint a picture in my mind, one that would never fade. I memorized everything, even the things I knew by heart.
Feeling eyes on me, I looked over and saw my mother watching me. Smiling, I went to sit by her, laying my head on her knee as she sewed. She reached out and stroked my hair softly before returning to her sewing.
Thus passed my last night with my family. The sun rose on my first day as a member of Jasmine House, and even though eight years have passed, I can still call the painting of that night to mind whenever I desire.