It feels so good to wake up without irritating fights downstairs. I slept peacefully last night beside Echo. After our make-love, we fall asleep, naked and only the blanket cover our body. He hugs me tight after we make love. That is why I feel different now. I kissed him on his forehead before going downstairs to check mom and dad.
“Goodmorning”, I greeted them with a smile. I sat in front of them and looked at them sitting silently.
“It’s good to see you quiet,” I told them with a smile because I missed the old times that they love each other and we are living in a happy home.
“I hope you are really happy now,” Mom told me, but I didn’t answer because I am not sure about what she’s trying to say.
“Please, let us go now, Helena,” Dad said
“But this our home, there is nowhere to go but home and God,” I said with a smile and while pointing up. Pointing to God up in heaven.
“Unless you want to go to your other woman”, I added while cleaning the table and glance at mama to see her reaction. She can’t look at me, and daddy didn’t reply. I look at him and ask him again.
“Do you want to go to her?” but still no reply from him.
“Accept the fact that you will be going to be stuck here because we are your family. You don’t need her. You only need mama and me,” I told him.
I looked back at him and told him to forget about his mistress because he is hurting mama again every time he acts weird because of his mistress.
“You need to be thankful, mama, because daddy cannot leave us anymore,” I told mama while still cleaning the table but mama remain silent, staring at me.
“He will going to be stuck here with you, so you don’t have a problem now,” I added, and I put all the dishes that we used yesterday in the sink to wash it when I saw the door near the kitchen. I know it’s nanny’s Silva’s room. I tried to stop myself from opening it, but the feeling of missing her pushed me to open the door and get inside. I take a deep breath and roam my eyes inside her room. My heart felt heavy because I thought I already moved on from her death, but the memories linger inside this four-cornered wall. I didn’t notice that my tears are slowly rolling down from my eyes while looking at the things inside her room. The bed is clean, and the blanket nicely folds. Her clothes were hanging, and some are folded. The smell of her newly wash clothes filled the air as if she’s here waiting for me to open the door. I opened her cabinet, and I found the heart necklace with our photos inside that I gave her as a gift on her 60th birthday, besides my stick figure drawing that I gave her when I was six years old and our photo together when I was fifteen years old. She was hugging me while I do a wacky pose. I remember her smile after receiving it. She’s so happy. She hugs me, kisses me on my forehead and calls me “Daughter”, making me reminisce more about her makes my heart beat so fast. It’s been a long time, but her loss feels new to me. Seeing the necklace, the drawing and our photo. I feel like I want to scream for missing her so much because before Echo. She is the only one I have. She treated me as her daughter; she makes me feel special and loved while my parents do their selfish business and had no time for me.
“Nanny Silva”, I cried in pain while recalling all the happy moments that we are together. The pain of losing her is undescribable which I thought I was already moved on from her death, but I am wrong because I am still crying and missing her.
“Why you?” I asked even I know that there is no answer to it.
“I wish I can turn back the hands of time”, I cried.
“I wish you back,” I whispered while crying and put our photo close to my heart.
Why her? I asked God deep inside even I know that he have the right not to answer. I wished my times with her never end. I remember her warm embrace, kisses, and even her life advice, always telling me to be honest, and most of all, I am beautiful inside and out. That is why she always wants me to wear a dress because she can see me like a doll and until now I am wearing a dress because of her. She inspires me in many ways, and I know that she will not be here, but she will stay inside my heart forever. She will always be miss, and she will always be remembered.
“Are you okay?” Echo asked me while tapping my shoulder. I immediately wipe my tears and look at him. “Yes”, I lied, but I didn’t convince him.
“No, you are not,” He said
My tears start falling again. “I miss nanny Silva so much,” I cried.
“I know,” He said, and he hugs me.
“Why her?” I asked Echo while crying like a kid
“We will know the answer someday”, He answered.
“Stop crying now”, He said while wiping my tears.
“It still hurts,” I said
“I know, the pain will be gone soon,” He said
“It just takes time,” He added and, he wiped my tears again.
“Thank you so much,” I told him.
“For what?”
“For always being there for me”, I answered.
“Of course, because I love you.” He said with a smile that brings butterflies to my stomach.
“I love you too,” I told him and kissed his cheek.
“Compose yourself now and start your day,” He said because he knows that I am breaking down because of the memories of nanny Silva that I recall. I kissed him again as my thank you because he is constantly there as my comfort in my storm and my sunshine in the rain, and I am still lucky that I have Echoed in my life.
I went outside to breathe fresh air when I notice that the flowers that my nanny Silva planted getting dry and died. I remember when she planted those flowers. I was with her planting too. Getting my dress dirty, but it is okay with her because she can wash it again. The quality of time we are together is much more important than the dirt in my dress. Under the sunlight of morning, we are busy making our flowers grow; She named it Helena. All of the flowers that she planted, she named it after my name because she said that someday I would bloom beautifully like flowers that she planted, and I remember when she told me that I need to talk to the flowers sometimes because they are alive like humans. Flowers has feelings too. I remember when she said it with a smile. That is why she also taught me the importance of planting; she planted many flowers in our backyard; some rose, jasmine, daffodils, orchids and sunflowers make our backyard colourful and beautiful. Because she knows that someday it will give us fresh air to breathe and make our surroundings beautiful, and she’s not Wrong because when her flowers already bloomed. It gives us fresh and colourful surroundings. And it smells good too. I hurriedly open the hose to water the flowers, planted by nanny Silva and like her. I talked to them to survive them from dying. I don’t want the flowers to die because I don’t want nanny Silva’s effort to be wasted. After all, the flowers are one of her remembrance of love for me. Even though she is dead now, I can still feel her love for me by the flowers that she planted in our backyard. I feel like she’s just there watching me every time the wind blowing the flowers are waving their petals to me. Telling me that her love is legacy.
“Don’t die, please”, I whispered to the flowers while still watering them one by one. I apologised to nanny Silva too for forgetting her flowers. I hope she’s not upset with me.
I am running from the man who is running after me. I don’t know who he is, and I don’t even have an idea why he is chasing me. I am so scared it seems that I’ve done him wrong. He is holding a vase while chasing me, his eyes staring at me, telling me that he wants to hurt me or, worse, kill me. I don’t know what to do because I am so scared and I want to scream, but there is no voice coming from me. So I keep on running even though I don’t know where to go, and he keeps on chasing. The thunder roars so loud that I can’t even hear my heartbeat; I am breathing heavily, praying that I hope someone will rescue me, but I know there is no one, only me and myself. He is not a robber, and he doesn’t want anything but me. I tried to open the door and windows, but I don’t know why I couldn’t open it; it seems that he locked it from outside, and how did he do it? I don’t have an idea. I went inside my room and picked the ballpen I found on the table beside t
I heard the doorbell ring twice while I was watering the flowers in our backyard. I am not expecting any visitors because I don’t have visitors. That is why I am wondering who it is. I put the hose down and closed the faucet to check who was the doorbell. “Yes?” I asked the pregnant woman standing in front of me “Is Fernando there?” She asked with a shy voice “I need to talk to him”, She added while she was touching her belly. I know that she is Belinda, and she is pregnant, and my dad is the father, and she is the reason why my mom and dad are always fighting. I look at her, and I look at her belly. I guess the baby is already in the sixth month, and I feel excited about the baby. Finally, I will have
I opened the door of my parent’s room, and before I got inside, I already felt the tension, sadness and pain that lingered inside the room. The bed is clean and well covered, the smell of mama’s perfume with the smell of the brandy that she is drinking every night. Mixed, that filled the whole room. I went inside and sat in the bed covered with a purple velvet bedsheet. I roamed my eyes and realised how big the room was. With air-conditioning, a flat-screen that is almost bigger than the wall, polished floor and big cabinets. I realised that we almost had everything. The house, cars, and wealth are supposed to make us happy. But it is just material things because no matter how rich we are. Still, we are not complete, daddy is not content, mama is not happy, and I don’t feel love. Things are just things. I can still hear my mother’s cry every time she lies on this bed without her husband lying next to him. The pain that she is dealing with everyday, th
We went to the chapel near our home early in the morning. Maybe it just takes us fifteen to thirty minutes to drive because the chapel is just a few blocks away. “You go ahead,” Echo told me. “Why?” I asked “Because I am not feeling well, my head is aching,” He answered. “I will wait for you here inside the car”, He added. “Okay,” I said and kissed him. I got out of the car and went to the chapel by myself. I am so excited while taking my steps to the chapel. My heartbeat was fast because of excitement. I remember that this is the chapel that we always visited every weekend
I woke up without noticing that it was already six p.m. I fall asleep with Echo in his arms. I almost forgot that I have a dinner date with John, so I take a bath, wear my sexy dress to mesmerize him, and put on a little make-up in the front of the mirror. Light foundation and red lipstick that matches my daring black dress. PERFECT TRAP TO CATCH A MOUSE. “You look so beautiful,” He said and smelt me on my neck and touched my soft and smooth arms. “Here’s the plan, baby”, He whispered in my ear; his warm breath makes me a little horny and makes me want to grab his thing down there, but we have time for that. What is important right now is our plan. “I will wait for you inside the car while you will go and meet him,” He said While looking at me in the mirror. His
It’s early in the morning, and I am drinking coffee on the balcony. The smell of fresh flowers makes my morning great while looking at the people passing by. I suddenly remembered my laptop hidden inside my cabinet and my social media account that I hadn't checked for long. Since I got depressed about nanny Silva’s death, I hid my laptop inside my cabinet and promised not to engage in any activity because I hated the world when she died, but now I am ready to use it again. I went inside my room and kissed Echo first on his forehead because he was still sleeping. I got my laptop from the cabinet and went back to the balcony. I plugged it in and turned it on, and I wondered why there was a crack on the screen. Maybe I dropped it accidentally, but that’s okay. It is still working even though there's a crack on the screen. I opened my Facebook account and checked what was trending or what was viral. I saw funny posts from friends I
I woke up early because I smelled the aroma of the coffee downstairs that energized me. Maybe Echo is already awake and preparing coffee for us. I comb my hair, brush my teeth, and change my sleeping dress to the ordinary dress I always wear before going down. I also heard the beautiful song that is my nanny Silva’s favorite. It’s Annie’s song from John Denver. I didn’t know that Echo knew that song, too, because I remember when nanny Silva was still alive. She loved to play that song every time she was doing the household chores. I noticed that the windows were already open. The thing that Echo didn’t do. He never opens a window, neither do I. The sunlight passes through the window, telling me that the morning is good, making my morning slightly different because I am not used to it. I went downstairs to check what was going on with loud music and the aroma of the coffee
I went inside nanny Silva’s room and took the necklace that I gave her inside her cabinet because I wanted to wear it to remember her. I hold the heart pendant of the necklace and starts crying because of the pain that lingers. Her death is unacceptable. She’s a good, loving and unselfish woman. She didn’t deserve to die that way. I partly blamed myself for forgetting about how she died. I didn’t fight for her, I was just a teenager back then, and I left her alone. “I am sorry, nanny”, I whispered while holding the necklace close to my heart. “Babe, let’s go. The flowers are ready”, Echo said. Holding a basket of flowers that he picked from nanny Silva’s garden. I wiped my tears and composed myself because I needed to be okay going to the cemetery to visit nanny