A Bend In The Road

Summary 

Where does a story truly begin? In life, there are seldom clear-cut beginnings, those moments when we can, in looking back, say that everything started. Yet there are moments when fate intersects with our daily lives, setting in motion a sequence.

Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 1,990 

Part 1

A Bend In The Road

"You mean the world to me," she says.
Even though my heart is breaking well you can say I have a heart that's on standby. Nobody else can revive me back to the lovable person I used to be. In her absence I start to become stronger like force wanting to get my life back.

As I reflect on my life on the essence of my being, she was everything and also anything. I could listen to her talking forever as I close my eyes longing to see her facial expressions at that moment. She was the love of my life, my dream. She found me at a time when I wasn't sure of anything.

The first time I've met her I knew I was going to fall hopelessly in love. The same week I met her and the continual emails going back and forth, I could feel deep within me was busy stirring feelings for her. I was afraid to tell her, I didn't want to scare her, but before I ever could express my feelings. She told me in a text message that she's got feelings for me more than just friendship. I guess apart of me was overwhelmed and also frightened because she's the very first girl that has told me she has feelings for me.

Addie Howell was having feelings for me and for the first time I gave into my own feelings for her and told her how I feel about her. It was like love at first sight, but this kind of love was the most intense kind of love I've ever felt or had in my entire life.
I told her, "She bends my ruler." Seeing as for years I was dating guys and here this beautiful brown eyed girl comes and changed my entire world.

She was my twin soul, she is my twin soul. Because no matter the distance, the fact that we've been broken up so many times, I've dated others, she's with someone else yet. She can't let me go, just like I can't ever let go.

"I finally understood what true love meant...love meant that you care for another person's happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be." Letting her go a year ago wasn't an easy choice to make, but also couldn't get myself better if I wasn't getting the proper help for my illness.

Our love never died, mine for her, hers for mine. She's now my best friend. Addie moved away and went to go pursue a career in Philippines. Things always seem to take us further apart then bringing us close to one another.

When two persons in love once and still is and yet one of them not doing anything to bring the relationship forward because of fear or a million reasons created just to give excuse not to be with the person she loved. Yet deep in her heart she does love and miss and think of her true love all the time.

Everyday is frustrating to have this kind of love that you don't know if she's going to let you go because I don't understand it at all, I thought I did, I didn't understand as well why she loves me in her heart and won't do anything about it. What she was feeling I was feeling it too and when she misses me, I am missing her too.

Yet I've stepped back and let her go on and be with another without forcing her to be with me. The fact remains whenever I want to try and move on she comes in my mind and I see her feel her, like we have this telepathic
And soul connection that is so strong, that I can feel her even when she's millions of miles away.
Being me at times I thought I was crazy, I couldn't ever recall feeling so much and yet so full of love for a person.

It was about four months ago I met another girl and not long I started creating feelings for her, it wasn't so intense it was like I had a break from having all of Addie inside of me pushing out all kinds of emotions. Carmen was nice enough for me, but she slowly could tell that I wasn't over Addie completely. She would argue over almost everything I write about, she would accuse me of cheating when I wasn't. With Carmen I was different, I treated her different, but mostly I let Carmen use me. I didn't want to say no to her because I didn't want to be alone. The minute I'm alone then I have to deal with my love I'm still holding for Addie.

Songs that remind you of the times you both spend together. All these make it impossible to build on a new love or new relationship and you wonder why this person is haunting you day and night.
It wasn't long Carmen and I broke up, but at least I've tried, I tell myself.

Addie left these words with me just after she started dating again, "My heart is yours, I give it to you, and I am complete for you."

She still tells me that our promise to each other isn't broken. But when she told me two weeks ago that she thinks she's falling for her girl friend. It hurt me because for so long we've still had that bond, that love and calling each other still on individual pet names.
She crept back suddenly and at the most intimate times in the night to remind me of her. Is like you are actually sharing one soul, she can feel whatever you think and feel and is like a part of me.

Yet these words is running through my mind, " How do you look at the woman you love, and tell yourself that its time to walk away?"
Seems easy to say out loud, but also to walk away from your heart is also the most heartbreaking thing to do.
My visions I have of her all says, it's time. That one day if our souls reconnect after years we might find our forever. The forever she once reminded me off.

"A bend in the road is not the end of the road... unless you fail to make the turn."

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Part 2: What Comes Next?

What comes next after the life you thought was your everything disappears. Like no trace of it is there. Besides all the pain we endure, the mistakes and the chapters we keep rewriting, each time I try to write it with a positive note, but then those negative feelings creeps in.
You left with just your thoughts. Scribbling away on paper the pain and the tears of yesteryear. I've been having some storms and I just needed someone to talk too. That would understand me as best as they can. Everything leads up to a certain period where you had it all, but you took it for granted. I took love for granted. I thought it would wait for me, but it ended up leaving me behind. To deal with the fact you were never there.
Then I think about my life and who I am. And in what others wants me to be. It gets hard to live up to there expectations in that type of girlfriend they want you to be. But I am just struggling to believe in it all, to believe that every second of life it changes its course. Then I think about how bad things happen to good people that didn't deserve to get hurt. That it all gets better, I truly am starting to believe in it.
I thought it was a mistake that me talking to you wouldn't bring them back to me.
I was talking to a lady that volunteer at the crises center.
"Tell me what you afraid of." She asked me.
"Failure. Any kind of failure."
Someone once said the only thing worst to lose in this life is my integrity. Well that's the part of me I still have. My integrity to walk with my head held high and faces my adversity. Trust in myself is second to that.
"We struggle, it's apart of life we all living." I understood that.
I thought about it, "The hard part is the loneliness, not having someone to talk too."
That loneliness is black, its what's so scary that there's no magic left in this world. It's all black and grey even the faces of the ones you love there faces seems darker and there eyes seem downwards and there mouths seems skew.
There's this basketball player he lived his dream of playing for the NBA, he had a life dream come true and with one incident that was taken away from him in an instant. He tried for years to recover from his injuries, he worked hard, but at the end he said to his wife, "yes I have lost my dream, but that was a dream based on my talent, but it's you and our son that is worth not playing to end up back where I was where I couldn't walk. So I'll walk away now and keep my legs and live with my dream family."
The big question is this, "THE WHAT COMES NEXT" or "A BEND IN THE ROAD", if you must.
If your entire world gets warped in from under you. She was my dream; I loved her with the same amount of love that she loved me. I fought for her with everything I've had, but it wasn't enough. She wasn't going to come back. She is gone.
"You need to know that when things seem to be the most desperate, people find you. That there's someone out there for you. Just don't give up on the journey you headed and you are not alone."
There's too many pain, too many lost in this world.
What's next for me? Where do I go from here? I've decided the only way for me to go from here is to go within myself. Too find the person who's loved her with all my heart.
What comes next? Finding myself and strengthening and becoming secure within and that hopefully I'll get over her and move on without her. Being happy without being sad all the time.
"How do you look at the woman you love and tell yourself that its time to walk away?" For the sake of everyone and my own sanity I just couldn't standby being Addie Howell's best friend and watch her being with another girl that's not me.
Girls usually say that I runaway most times, but Addie was different I wanted to be the one for her. You can only fight so much for someone until it hits you she isn't coming back to you.
"A bend in the road is not the end of the road…unless you fail to make the turn, but what if there's no turn."


AN:
I wrote this story in May 2012.

Journey Home

Journey Home

I can only watch people pass me by, and know in some way they leave you with something behind, perhaps a memory or two. It's not about me losing them from my life, but it is a momentum of having been apart of their journeys. Our journeys shapes us into the form God wants us to be, to be able to fill our purpose in life. I am grateful for every person who has had an impact or some sort of life lesson I had to learn from them. People aren't meant to always stay in our lives, they do have other journeys to travel, and like me the ones that has left my life, is God's way to clear my life for new people to enter. We are not tied to anyone, not even our soulmates/twinflames/love of our lives. I have shown them love so they could carry on in their lives to show someone else love. In the depth of my soul/heart I know that a part of these people who's gone will stay with me for a number of years and as each day,week,month,year will move forward those memories would dissipate, but I believe that one day when I am old and happy with someone else that I have met along the path of my life, I will have a smile upon my lips and in that moment I will have a memory of someone I once loved and know that they are happy wherever they might be in their lives and while I am off drifting overlooking the beautiful lake outside my window, my beautiful wife will accompany me and tell me how beautiful I am. Even though the years have stretched, I grew into a beautiful elderly lady in her early sixties enjoying the peacefulness since our daughters and son moved on with there own lives.

This is my story 31 years from now, this would be my happy ending that God has promised me that one day he will send me someone that he has in store for me. At this point I will be a published author that has written books in numbers and that is the best dream I know and certainly worth the wait.

It was one winter’s morning as she stood inside of her kitchen overlooking the lake. It was one of the most exquisite views she has ever known. Especially since it was all hers and she had no intention to share this lake with anyone, but there was someone else beside her. Another person that she has met when she was 31 years old. She was from London, and the minute they set there eyes on each other it was love at first sight. It was something that Autumn never imagines could happen to her again. Her heart was broken after her first love has left and made a life with another. Even though Autumn kept telling herself that Grace meant nothing to her anymore that she has moved on people didn’t believe her. Reason why that was each book Autumn came out with was a tale of a lover being jaded her heart on her sleeve mourning a relationship that was once making her happy.

It was a blue eyed woman from London on her back pack through Europe in her early 30’s that has brought the lonely novelist to change her life and hoping that she will find happiness not just in her writing, but also her heart.

Jenna Huntington was 30 years of age never thought that she would fall in love with another woman, but it was the slightly tan skin woman from a different continent that has made Jenna believe that love carries no gender or age difference, that love is what you feel in your heart and nothing or anyone can ever take that away from her. When she met Autumn she couldn’t understand how a beautiful woman like herself was alone and always deep in thought. When I met her the first time at her book signing whilst later I found out she was actually backpacking through my country and also had an upcoming book she released. I have always read her books and buying them online, it’s not that I didn’t know who Autumn, the writer was, but it was days after meeting her at small pub not to far from where I was working. That was the day I actually introduced myself and conversing with her in conversation about literature, art and life I came to find out that she was a deep person that she holds so many things inside of her. Never opening up or letting another person to meet the indescribable person she was.
The effect to open yourself to another allows you into another person’s world and opens you up to perceiving their goodness. At the same time I was also investing apart of myself to her, enabling to love her the same way I loved myself.

It didn’t take Jenna long too decide what she wanted from that point on. The period that Autumn was in town they made it a point to dine and wine as much as they could, with Jenna’s work obligations and Autumn pursuing a lifetime dream of broadens her career world wide, London didn’t sound like a bad place to start doing this at all. When I met Jenna and found out she was an editor and loved most of the things I did, I knew I was send here for a reason I didn’t knew at that time, but this woman was predestined for me by the most high. My spiritual life has been my only lifelong relationship as it has never let me down over the years. At the age of 29 I had many things to overcome as I was torn between my life and another woman, Grace. I have loved her so very much, but it was inevitable I had to accept the fact that our love story was finally over when she met another woman. It took me a year afterwards for me to understand that sometimes love won’t last. There was a song at that time, Poison & Wine that I came to love at that point because the meaning of the lyrics spoke directly to my heart.

Sometimes you can love a person, but also there are certain things within that relationship that didn’t work out, so then you set out to live apart, but the love is ambivalent in their love with one another. They are unable to live without one another, but staying together is too painful. As much as they hate each other, they love each other that much more. It’s an addicting type of love that they are unable to control. The one manipulates the other and they both can because they both know how to deal with each other, because as hard as it is to be with each other it is even harder to be without. 

With Jenna it was different, it was unexpected and it was what I really needed in my life. My lonely nights was gone and forgotten because for the first time she made me want to live in a new country knowing that I wasn’t going to feel alone even when she was doing her own thing at times. Deep, intimate love emanates from the knowledge and giving it doesn’t come overnight, but overtime. Which means years after marriage?
That intensity you feel when you are in oneness with your own spirit and that of another being. That is when I knew I have found my soul mate. We both sewn the seeds of love and each time we say, “I love you” I can feel it coming from deep within that for once in my life I have not just been completed, but also that we both have grown spiritually connected.

Jenna has told me once this was just when we celebrated our 20 years together as a couple and as parents. She said, “A relationship has its ups and downs, but the downs can be really low and when you’re in one, you have three choices, leave, stay in a loveless relationship or choose to love your spouse.” I asked her which ones have she found with me.
She said, “Through everything you have been through in your life before me had a reflection on who I would be marrying, but I saw something more in you that the others never saw. They looked at your flaws and your imperfections, yet still tried to change you into how they want to love you. But I love you for all those things and so much more. Even when we do have our quarrels I know at the end we still love each other and that is why I am here with you and married to you and loving you for who you are.” My tears was falling down my face because she loves me and she never once said any foul words to me, not out of anger or anything else.
It was in this moment, this beautiful magnificent moment that I knew that this is my “Home”, that this woman beside me is my life and the fact that we are each others best friends and that God is our father. The realism of all that was once said about love and the meaning of love that you can love many people. You will fall in love with people, but there will come a time in your life when you just know that this person was created by the most high.

Our Vows
Today I stand here in front of all the people who love us and making this statement in honouring you as my partner in life. I have always said that I want to write my own vows and tell you how I feel about you, but I rather just say one word, “lost” I was lost before I met you. I was always searching for one significant moment in my life, and that moment was when I met you.
I found you Jenna, I fought hard to keep you, and you saved me. The day my world became clearer was the day you fixed my heart and in doing so I knew that people weren’t always going to leave. You made me feel again.
Jenna’s Vows

Autumn today I am just stating what has been in my heart since the very moment I have laid eyes on you. I didn’t even know that the intensity of our love would grow into something so beautiful, yet at times also confusing. I wont say that it has been an easy walk till today, but I can say this that it is worth it and it will be a blessing to know that we will be there for each other through out the decades. This isn’t just a marriage, it is a lifetime bond that we have come to and we will never be against each other, but for each other. We will lead God be our counsellor in times of troubles and we will always make it our duty to honour Him and bless our family. You’ve changed my life and I am glad that you chose me to share your life with. I love you from today onwards.

This is my journey, my home into finding a love story that was designed and created by God our father.

The End

An Unsuspected Journey

The Unsuspected Journey

by 

Chimnese Davids

They say inside our hearts we all have a destiny, we all have a journey to follow through. Living in this day and age where life can pass you by in an instant. No recover, no second chances, and no I am sorry. It’s a life that we try so hard to grasp on. Not knowing what tomorrow holds for us. It was the decision you've made without me.  A decision that could have been avoided.

But I knew the day would come where we would walk this path. All along I knew that time would bring us back together, but today I saw you for the person that I've fallen in love with.

You helped me as I've tried to gather my entire luggage on the cart. We were walking side by side as you push the stroller. I didn't turn to your side. I didn't want to have this moment be our last.

"One day you will thank me." Those words uttered from her lips.
"In the events that coming you will be doing something that you always wanted. I won't be the one to put that light out of you." She says.

My tears were there, but I didn't let them fall. All I could feel was the blood pumping through my veins to every part where this rush of overwhelming came fort. I didn't want to leave her, but she knew it wasn't going to be forever. That I wasn't going to be in her life forever.

“The hidden power believed to control what will happen in the future; fate."

I closed my eyes as we near the escalator taking me further. Taking me away from her.
"Are you ready?" She asked me. With my eyes still closed, taking deep breathes before I spoke.
 A deep breath was filled into my lungs as I breathe it right back out slowly.
"I'm nerves. I'm exited, but I'm nerves." I said. She looked at me as she pushes the stroller back and forth. Yet still having her eyes set on mine.
Never have I thought that this would hurt so much. The tears was visible I could see her light green eyes glittering from the water as it didn't fall, but it was there evident that this is as hard for her as it was for me.

I would've stayed, if she said the words. I wouldn't have let her take me to that airport. To know that she was my angel. This is like when I was sick a few years back and she couldn't accept that I was fighting a disease that was incurable. But her love for me made me fight against all the reports from doctors that I will never be able to have a normal life. That I would never walk. We believed together. We took God as our savoir and believed in so many other testimonies.

Six months went passed and I was able to walk again. Doctors said it was miracle; I stopped all medication because I believed in a higher power.
This right here with her, saying goodbye to my best friend and my god daughter was the only family I've had.

"Jordan, our destinies isn't up to us nor does the weather. If this is the last goodbye I don't want to remember the tears, but the joy. This is your purpose to heal people. There’s a light inside of you, something I can't keep to myself any longer." I was in love with, Sarah since I've met her 10 years ago.

“There are winds of destiny that blow when we least expect them. Sometimes they gust with the fury of a hurricane; sometimes they barely fan one’s cheek. But the winds cannot be denied, bringing as they often do a future that is impossible to ignore.”
 

"If I never knew you, if I never felt this way I would have no inkling on how great life can be." I said.
Sarah came closer to me the stroller pointed to the side of her as I hear   baby, Winter blowing through her lips. I am going to miss that sound she makes ever since she started teething.

She stops in front of me as both her arms goes around my neck, mine went around her waist, just holding each other in. I didn't want to let go, neither did she.
Tears couldn't be stopped, not this time around. She pulled away, wiping the tears from my eyes. Smiling as she does it. I didn't look a way, I didn't want too. Because for the next year or more I wouldn't see them again.

Just before I let go of her waist she pressed a kiss to the corner of my lips. I remember as we said our last goodbyes I was touching my lip to feel her touch.

It was as if we in this movie that's being filmed and everything in that scene was shot in slow motion. The way we walked away from each other. No one turned around she was walking towards home and I was walking towards a life that I am not familiar with.  A life that I still fear.

As I walked up the escalator. Until I got to the top. I finally turned around just when I spotted her and Winter making their way out of the airport.

If I look back to that moment standing face to face with the woman that I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but if our destinies didn't bring us back together. You might as well accept it, that she wasn't meant to be with me.
I've been living in Cape Town, South Africa for the past five years.

“Of course it hurt that we could never love each other in a physical way. We would have been far happier if we had. But that was like the tides, the change of seasons--something immutable, an immovable destiny we could never alter. No matter how cleverly we might shelter it; our delicate friendship wasn't going to last forever. We were bound to reach a dead end. That was painfully clear.”

My destiny wasn't set anywhere else, but right here in my home town.

Author Note: All rights are owned by me. 

Short Story Slam week 21- @ BlueBell Books Twitter Club

The Beginning

I always wanted to travel back in time. It was always part of my thoughts, but I never thought it would happen until I saw a strange light and, stepping into it, found myself in a time where my world was still a vivid dream cocooned inside my unexplored mind.
The paths seemed familiar. It was my city, just not my time. I knew the Gods had their reasons for this. It was faith which had brought me to this city called Cape Town many years back, and I was sure the person I was meeting was very important.

I saw a black car quickly approaching on the grey tar road where I stood. I couldn’t see the people inside, but I knew there was something that brought me to this place on this fateful day.
I built up courage and stood still, right in front of the car. It was headed straight for me. With both my hands out, I felt my heart rate suddenly speed up. As I watched, another car came from behind me. Before I could scream to make them stop, they crashed into each other in front of my eyes.
The black car had overturned and I watched as a guy tried to pull out a lady from the back seat. The look on his face made me fear that the worst had happened. It was then that the lady tried to move and he got her out.

I saw she was pregnant; both faces were traumatized.
“The baby…is the baby okay?” the guy shouted. He was panicking, touching the woman’s face.
Other cars stopped to help.
The woman’s eyes looked familiar. It was like I’ve seen them before.
Could it be her? It couldn’t, I told myself.
Suddenly the scene blurred and I found myself in a totally different place. I was at a hospital. I walked down the corridor and I saw that woman from the car, alone in a room. She was crying, but I could see her brown eyes through those clear tears.
I looked around me to see if anyone had spotted me. I entered her room silently and stood near the door. When she looked up, she saw me gazing into her eyes.
“Come in,” she said, wiping her tears from her eyes.
I smiled at her andshe asked me, “What’s your name?”
“Sarah,” I replied.
“Beautiful name.”
“Why are you so sad?”
She said it was the baby. A few months ago, she thought she was going to lose her baby.
I sat at the foot of the bed. She was pretty, I noticed. She was still young, and I could see it in her face. I knew that one day I would grow up to look just like her.
She was my mother. I was the daughter yet to be born who she was caressing as she talked to me.
I put my hand on her stomach but she didn’t mind at all.
There was something I needed to know, a question that I wished she would answer when I was all grown up.
“Do you love your baby?” I asked.
I don’t know why, but I had to ask. I wanted to know that when I did come into the world, I would have love in abundance.
“Yes,” she answered and more tears came out of her eyes. “I love my baby so much. This wonderful little girl is going to be a blessing to so many. She will have grace of her grandmother, a heart like no other, and I will be the proudest mother in the universe.”
The way she said that all in one go with such passion, I knew she would love her baby, love me.
It was her tears that I wanted to take away. I wanted to hug her and tell her that she didn’t need to worry, that God will save me from many things in my life. I wanted to tell her that I am her daughter, that I wasn’t born yet, but that I would be with her soon.

It was then I whispered these words, “I love you too, Mom,” so she couldn’t hear me clearly.
I could feel that my time with my mother was slipping away. I was almost ready to meet the world.
She shouted to the nurse passing by, “I want to meet my baby. Get her into the world now!”
Tears were falling, the same courageous tears from the car accident and the same tears that brought me into this world.

It was like time stood still as I was shifting out of that room, hearing my first cry.
I knew that I met my mother on two occasions. The first was when I almost died in a car accident when I was still inside of her, and the second was hearing her tears and speaking to her.
Those were the two memories that I knew the future me would remember always.
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For the IndieInk Writing Challenge this week, kelly garriott waite challenged me with "You're given the opportunity to meet your mother or father at a point before your birth. Who would you meet? When? What would you talk about?" and I challenged Shelley with " Things that make you uniquely beautiful"

The Mystery Unravel

It was a dreary day. The clouds loomed as I walked the last mile to my house.

I'd been dreading the entire project, ever since I heard that he was a dodgy character, but still. I couldn't pass up the opportunity--I believed in the script and I believed that we could make it work. I'd thrown my entire savings into the production.

My name is Leigh David. I'd been working on a script for the past four years. Then I met Clark Hyde, the man who could make my work into a masterpiece.

That day, I notice it's getting darker. Just as I come to my front door, I hear the phone inside ringing. It disconnects, but immediately starts ringing again, so I know it must be important.

I shove my right hand into the front pocket of my jeans and whip out the keys to the door. I struggle to open it, but the key no longer seems to fit. I rummage in my jacket until I find another set of keys. Finally, I hear a click. Pushing the door open, I run toward the telephone.

"Hello."

"Leigh, we have a problem."

I don't want to ask what it is, but eventually I have to.

Clark hesitates for what seems like an eternity, but finally says, "They can't find the film."

"What do you mean? Without that film I have nothing. That's like my entire world. I will have nothing." I repeat, flabbergasted by the information. I know at this point that an argument won't solve anything. Yet I know deep down that I want answers, real answers, anything that can explain why my film has gone missing from their studio.

"I have to go," I say.

I take my coat that is hanging over the chair and lock up. Then I walk the two blocks to his apartment.

He doesn’t answer the buzzer. When an elderly lady comes out, I stop the door with my foot and slip inside, then walk up the stairs to the second floor.

I am about to knock when I see that the door is slightly open. I shout for him, but he doesn’t reply. So I walk in. I don't care about trespassing at this point.

I try to peer in each direction. It looks like no one is home, and nothing seems to be stolen. Everything looks the same as last night, when Clark and I toasted to our project, finally ready to be sent off for post-production in London. It was a big break for both of us. I was excited, but Clark? He was over the moon.

I still remember his words, "Kid, I don't think I could have done this without you. You've given me my life back."

I step into his bedroom, and everything seems in order. The bathroom door is shut and locked, but the door to his closet is wide open. Right away I see a lone roll film on the top shelf; it's got the same marks I put on the roll we sent away. I grab it impulsively and turn to leave.

Just then, I hear a gunshot. Panicked, I make a run for it, not even looking around.

Cut to the next day, when I hear about Clark's suicide. Shot in the head. Police making inquiries.

That's when I rushed to develop the film. That's when I realized everything I’d worked so hard for was gone. There was no trace of the footage we’d shot over the past 3 months.

Then the police came to talk to me about my visit to Clark's apartment. So that's how my "big break" ended--murder charges with a little breaking-and-entering on the side.

copyright Chimnese 01/03/2012

edited version

For the IndieInk Writing Challenge this week, Kameko challenged me with "A roll of film found in a dead man's closet." and I challenged Mediocre Wayne with "a wall falling down"

Tree of Life

Underneath a willow tree
a young lady came one night
And sat underneath it,
For years since she was a little girl
She came to this exact spot.
For years this willow tree has
Never carried any leaves,
a lifeless tree, but underneath it
She found comfort,
She found herself underneath
That spot,
For the first time in years after
The young girl dressed in a red dress,
Asked for something.
Something she never knew
Or thought could come true,
She prayed that night the young lady
Came prepared, she didn't come
There to shed tears,
But she came to make peace with
What's wrestling within her spirit.
God says you who believe in my name will have a heart filled with peace.
She went on her knees as she looks
Up to the sky,
Her hands folds together as she
Cries out, "Does anybody hear me.
God if you their please I need your help.
I'm a lost girl yearning to be loved and understood, something I've never found at home. Just maybe I'm hoping someone would come rescue me from the life I've lived, the pain and the heartache. Some days I don't know if its me looking back in the mirror.
Every day I walk around and I can see all the brokenness but still on they go with their private lives as they hide their silent cries." She starts to sop even harder then she's ever had before.
"God please help me here my cry. I want to change, I want to be complete in your love. I want to be able to stand up and say I'm loved and that I love myself." Tears was rolling down as her cries stretch high above the tree tops that birds came to sit on this willow tree that didn't have any leaves.
Sometimes God use the extraordinary things to make us see that he can use a bare willow tree.
That was the tree of life.
The tree the young girl came to each and everyday and found her peace by
Letting God be her savior.


My Entry for Bluebell Short Story Slam week #19

The Magic of Christmas

It has been a tough year I could feel the weight that lay upon my shoulder as I just got over the first top of the mountains. I have been out here throughout the summer. Far away from my family and my friends.

Nobody knew where I was heading too when I left last Christmas. I packed everything I have owned in my small apartment in the city. I couldn’t stay in the chaos. My life just went from happy to down right sad.

You all know what it is like when your heart gets crushed and there is just nothing that can fill it up. Well that is when I decided to pack up my life. Like most people would say I packed up my troubles with my sorrows and thought if I leave my life I had back home it may stay there and just my head would come with me, but no no, none of that happened.

When I left my life I had nowhere to go.

No place to stay.

No money. Well that I ran out of.

What a sad story isn’t that in it self.

I should have stayed back home and live my life.

They say the grass isn’t greener on the other side.

But let me tell you this.

I might not have found riches in treasure and money.

But I found something even more important.

Something I never believed could happen to me.

Yes. Something I thought didn’t exist.

I remember being a little boy and waiting for Christmas to come.

Yeah that year I found out that it was all a lie.

Then I start to grow up and wonder through the years every time at Christmas how exited the children would get to see Santa clause. They believed in him. They believed in Christmas.

But not me I felt sad for them that they were just being lied to by the grown ups.

Let me get back to why things changed for me.

How Christmas saved me.

I left home last year around about this time. I was out side in the country I took my old broken down car and pulled it as far as I could just to get out of the city. It was three days that I was driving in my old run down beetle.

As nighttime arrived the car gave up. It broke down right there in the middle of nowhere. I tried to start up the engine, but nothing.

I found myself kicking the old car, saying words that weren’t appropriate, but I had to get it to work. How am I going to get to the next town? The next town is about 60 kilometres.

“Paxton, seems like its you all alone now. Damn car won’t start.” I knew talking to myself wouldn’t change anything.

“I should have taken the train at the last stop. But that wouldn’t have changed my mood either. Because the damn festivities is all over town and people are to happy.” I've become grumpy.

Perhaps I should wait till the morning come and take the road.

Back in the car he tries again to start up the engine.

Nothing. Damnit!

Not long he was back out of the car, standing in the middle of the road looking to the right and the left. Then he looked to the sides.

“The forest. Might be a town or perhaps a nearby house standing abandoned.” This isn’t a movie Pax.

He popped opened the trunk and got his hiking gear out. Everything he needed was in the backpack.

Pax was a sad bloke. He’s heart got annulated and since the woman has left with her new fiancé in tow. To him life was nothing, but torture.

“Stop it.” He hit his fist against his head.

“Sigh.” He stood with his coat pulled up to his neck covering him from the cold. There was a cold front coming on. Is better yet snow? They did talk about snowing heading to the northern hemisphere.

He took the right side towards the forest. And walk down the path that lead somewhere he hoped. As tree branches scratched into his skin when he had missed a step and fell and rolled down. He couldn’t stop.

He knew that this isn’t going to be a good out come. The path was too slippery of rain that was falling and it being foggy.

He came to a complete stop just when he was about to hit another tree.

   He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe what he saw in front of him. There laid a town completely wrapped in white snow. From where he stood it was the most beautiful sight he has ever seen in his entire life.

He tried to regain his balance as he felt blood from his forehead.

“Oh Gosh I am seeing things now.” he said more to himself then to the open sky in front of him.

Right down below was a town decked with a white blanket of snow.

The wooden houses small and petit, some big. There was also a church with a clock and a bell hanging.

The trees had owls in them as they sit on the branches. It was magnificent. It was something you would only see in those Christmas cartoons and tales also the ones you would spot on Christmas cards. It was a winter wonderland and it wasn’t even made by man.

“Is my eyes really seeing this.” He asks himself again.

In the far sides there was houses that were set alight by Christmas lights and out of the chimneys smoke is coming from. This must be a town that exist, but people never knew off.

“Wait I cant just go. This isn’t where I was headed to.” He contemplated with himself.

“But.” Sigh.

He takes the walk down from where he stopped from his fall.

That fall must have really done him good. He thought.

He broke a piece of the trees branches off as he used it as sticks to pull through that thick layer of snow.

As he came down he came to abrupt stop when an old man with long grey hair appeared out of nowhere and stopped him on his journey.

“Hello, Son.” The old man said.

“Yes old man what do you want.” He asked in the most grumpiest voice tone.

The old man didn’t let it faze him.

“Are you lost son.” He asked.

“No, but are you.” Paxton asked right back.

“No, I am on the right path.” The old man says.

The old man went back to sit on the broken down trunk that was laid next to a bag and also a fire start to lit.

“Please join me. You must be thirsty.” The old man said.

Paxton took the plea and sat down on his backpack.

He holds his hand towards the fire as the old man throw some black liquid in a cup, and handed it to him.

“Here this might warm you up a bit.” The old man said.

No argues he takes the cup and shot the man with a nod and takes a sip from the cup. After one sip he smiled at the old man.

“How did you know.” He asks the old man.

“Well let’s just say we have met many years ago.” The old man said.

He looked over the cup at the old man, as he’s an eye squinted and thought to himself. Did I.

“You sure about that.” He asked the old man.

“Yes. You were one of my favourites, but then you have disappeared.” This seems to far fetch to Paxton now. This man he has never seen him in his life. His description doesn’t seem familiar. He has small round glasses on his face. He got brown eyes and has a long white beard. Stomach is big enough for a baby to come out. His clothing also differs he has a black dungaree on. Does that look like a guy I use to know.

“Nope I don’t know you old man. You have mistaken me with someone else.” He said.

“Maybe if I tell you how you might remember.” The old man said.

“Okay I am listening.”

“You were ten years old that was the day you waited up the entire evening. You even had a cup of and some cookies you mother freshly baked that Christmas Eve.

I remember reading your mind then already. But something happened. Instead of Santa clause coming someone else came to leave your gift.”

“What? This is bullshit?” he shouted and jumped to his feet.

“Paxton listen to me.”

“No. Why should I? Its all lies.” He said.

“No its not lies. You want to take a way something as Christmas away from every child in the entire world. The little ones that has so much hope in getting a Christmas gift. Someone who made sure they were good this year. Do you want to hurt your future children? One day you will have a family and you will have to learn to believe in the spirit of Christmas in it all again.” The old man said.

“I wont let them believe in a lie.” He was headstrong. He wouldn’t reason. Pax you did believe once upon a time.

“Paxton you were a happy boy. You grew up with a lot of hate inside of you towards myself in Christmas your parents even in the woman you love.” The old man continues.

“Are…wait…go back to when you said myself. You mean.” He starts to question.

“I am Santa clause. And you see this town behind us this is my home.”

“Come again.” He felt his head as the blood stopped without him noticing. Am I dead?

“No you aren’t dead. This is real. The magic of Christmas.” The old man said.

“Magic.” He said to himself.

“Now believe in it Paxton. Believe in mankind, believe in love, believe that Christmas can heal that broken heart of yours as well. Let the magic live on inside of.” The old man pressed his hand flat over Paxton’s heart. It could have been magic, but he felt something in that time. He felt that what he was doing was wrong. He left his home. He’s family close to Christmas time.

“I have to go back home. I need to tell my parents I love them, that I forgive them. I need to go to her and tell her she’s my soul mate, that I love her. “ He found himself embracing the old man. As he smiled. A genuine smile.

“Paxton just believe son. Just believe and it all will be okay.” That was the last words coming from the old man.

Out of the realm, he felt his heart beating faster. He started to kick and yell, but didn’t know what was going on.

He felt someone pulling him.

“Wait old man.” He shouted.

Still he felt being tugged at.

“Paxton! Paxton!” he hears a faint voice. It was a woman’s a voice. Slowly he opened up his one eye as he peeped through it to see whom it was that is calling him.

When he saw the face, and he saw that it was both eyes opened up.

It was her, his girl friend.

He woke up and pulled her on top of him.

“Andrea I love you. I want to spend every Christmas with you. I’ll do anything just don’t leave me.” He said.

“Baby I cant leaves you. Any ways I have good news for you.” She says.

He looks at her curiously and watched as her hand glide over her flattened stomach.

“Really.” He shouts.

“Yes really.” They both laughed as he let her down beside her in the bed.

“I love you Andrea, marry me.”

“Yes.” That was all she had to say.

Since then Paxton start to believe in magic. The magic of love and the magic of Christmas.

Copyright C Davids 01/12/2011

A black and white day

A black and white day

I don’t know much that is going on,

But I have this feeling it always comes on a day like this,

A Friday where everything seem black and white

I ask myself what is this I feel

Why can’t you just feel what I feel?

Do you love me if you don’t let me go?

“I can’t let you. You too important to me”, she says.

“But if I am then why cant you love me.

Love me like I know you want to.” I said.

I stood there in front of her; I could see the tears falling down her face.

My own tears were falling making a smudge with my make up.

I don’t always where them,

But only for today I wanted to be beautiful for her.

I hear her say, “You beautiful.” I want to say thank you.

I want to say just hold me.

Just for once.

Don’t let us fall apart,

Don’t give up on me.

But I could say was nothing…

A long sigh came out of her.

“I will always love you no matter who is in my life,

I will love you still.” Then it dawned on me.

How could she really love me?

If she did.

Why am I not enough?

Why am I not worth being with her?

Is this what this day has become,

As a wind start to pick up blowing the tree I was leaning against now.

Its then I saw the cloud become grey,

 A very dark grey.

It won’t belong until rain will come.

I am sure it will, even though it’s a black and white Friday.

A day that could bring so much pain to my heart.

I know that I won’t be able to walk away from her,

That I will still go on loving her for years to come.

It was a year later I was standing at that same tree.

The same day a black and white Friday,

My emotions never changed, my heart never stopped

From loving her.

All I could hear was the wind blowing and in the distance I still

Believe that I can hear her say,” I still love you forever and always.”

Copyright C Davids 25/11/2011

Credit goes to : One Poet Notes :

Photo Friday: “Black (& White) Friday”

Poetry Picnic week #17 “Photos, Nostalgia, Memories, and Families”,

City of Love & Desire (Proposal)

Here I am again standing in the most romantic cities in the entire world. This place has always been the one place I told myself I will come with the love of my life. For the past year I couldn't believe that my life has been so full of bliss and love towards my girlfriend and our daughter. I couldn't believe Cassy wanted me to be the mother of Ashen.


But I guess you all thinking what I am planning tonight. Well it is something I wanted to do for quite sometime. To ask her to marry me. Right here underneath the Eiffel Tower.
I remember as a child always wanting to do something like this. I was going to fly Ryan out here once and asked him to marry him. I know crazy right it should be the guy's job to do the proposing. I am not like most girls. I am Leigh Griffin. I do things my way and nothing in this world can change that.

I swear to all of you on this day that I have found my heart again. I have found out that sometimes you may give up and think that you will never get back the love you once shared. The person that you know you never thought would take you back. But if you don't learn from your mistakes then what is the use. How will you ever know that it was true love? We all want that don't we? We want to be able to have that sense off calmest. Not just in your life but deep in your soul.
She told me once that she has fallen in love with same woman. I asked her who. She said. I fell in love with you three times and I am still falling deeper then the first two times. I was swoon when it came to Cassy.


"Leigh." I hear her say. Just hearing her calling me that was the best day in my life.

"Leigh." She says once again as I see her walking towards me pulling me towards her.

I looked deep into her eyes as I can imagine I have a shit ass grin on my face. I took both my hands as I caressed her cheeks gently with my fingertips still starring at her. I broad my finger close to her lips as I smooth them out and pull her face close to mine. I felt her tongue first sliding through my opening mouth. Both our eyes close as I pull her ever so close to me. As I want to feel her heart beating next to mine.

Thud thud. It was beating faster by every kiss. The kissing became deeper until we were in a full out make out session. We do this from time to time. In every City we have been in we have explored not just the places we have been but also ourselves. This past year we have rediscovered our love, even though it has been there all along.
I pull away just to breath.

"Mahal na kita." I tell her kissing her on the fore head.

"I love you too." She says.

"Leigh are you going to be drifting off to fantasy world without me. Cause I think that is just unfair." She said pouting.

"No, it's just that I can't believe I am standing underneath the Eiffel Tower in Paris with you and we have a daughter. I couldn't be more happier then I have ever been in the last five years." I tell her.
I took her hand as we sat on the bench close by.

"Cassy you won't believe how happy I am when you took me back that day. If it wasn't for my sister I don't know where and what I would've been like now." She keeps caressing my hand with her thumb over and over.

"Cassy." I say.

Her eyes were focused on mine as brown looked deep into blue.
My God I love her.


"I thank God for the day you were created, and smile each time you look my way. The road has warmed and all my sorrows were tamed.
Within my heart your friendship and love will always remain. So the next road I travel, frightening and new. I will walk without pain or sorrow. Not before, but knowing this now.
All roads lead back to you." by this time I was settled down on one knee with the ring popped out in my hand holding the box towards her as her eyes grew even bigger then the time we moved into our house.


She couldn't believe that I got back the house we use to live in way before everything went wrong for us.
This is the start of something new. This was our future I just know this is where I want to be and this is where it also ends.

"Leigh, are you crazy." She says. I was hoping for something else though. You haven't even asked her yet dummy.

"Crazy in love yes." I tell her.

"Please baby don't say anything let me get this off my chest please I just need you to answer me one thing." I tell her.

"You haven't asked yet so how can I answer you.' she said. Trying to be cute and all.

"Cassy Larkin for the past years I have been broken. The day I walked out on you were the hardest and also the stupidest thing I have ever done, but you know what I have learned that I had to grow as a person to be able to grow in love with you all over again. Let's leave the past in the past. Will you marry me Cassy Larkin cause like I said all roads leads me back to you. What do you say?" I was still waiting for an answer when she jumped up and grabs me at the arm too.

"Yes. Yes I will marry you Leigh Griffin. I love you. Mahal na kita."

I slowly took out the diamond engagement ring as I slide it onto her ring finger.


It's not about the journey but the destination. We are all lost in this life and one day we find the one person who you can honestly say is your one true love. I have found my soul mate in the gorgues blonde that lived on the opposite beach house of mine. So if you ask me if there is a thing like love at first sight, soul mates then I suggest you read our story.
Our paths were reunited. Everything leads up to that moment where I asked her to marry me.
When she said yes I was overwhelmed with joy in my heart for her to forgive me for everything. In the process I have also forgiven myself.
I found my true love. My heart all in one person.




Copyright C Davids




My Entry for Room For Romance, My Prompt I used, RFR Proposal: ‘Love at first sight syndrome has affected you this time. How will you propose to his/her in no time? I love to read your prose…'


Word count is 1154

The Adventures of grandma and me

The Adventures of grandma and me

By  © C Davids



Once upon a time their was a little house on the top of a hill, inside this two bedroom cottage lived a five year old little girl and her grandmother. The two of them were very close; grandma had this amazing wray of light about her with her long pony tail swept up in a bow. Her glasses perch up on her nose as she would gently sit in her rocking chair that was nearby the fire place.

Each night after little Annie had gotten her bath and has been fed she would come into the living room where grandma would be enjoying some alone time. As the little one came sneaked in standing in between the doorway starring at her grandma. She stood just starring as she scanned every wrinkle in grandma’s face. Grandma has had a hard life when she grew up; she herself lost her parents at a very young age. She has also out lived four of her siblings and her daughter and son in law that left Annie with her. The welfare was harsh on this living arrangement as grandma was very old, but she insist she wants to raise her granddaughter, that if she needs help she would then let the welfare come in and give her the proper help she needs. She didn’t want the money the welfare gave each child on a monthly basis.

Grandma make due with what she had in her own purse and the husband has left her with. Grandpa died a few years back of lung cancer, but the amazing part of all this, she didn’t once gave up on life when the world took a way her loved ones. She kept going. When her daughter and son in law was killed in their own home, it was by faith that little Annie was staying over at her grandmother’s.
The two has become each others strength, when gran needs a helping hand little Annie is by her side. When little Annie needs a comforting arms wrapped around her when dreams scare her at night grandma is at her side, wiping those tears from her beautiful brown eyes.
She is the splitting image of her mother, the brown locks and the hazel eyes. The only thing she inherited from her father was his enchanting smile and charming ways.
As Annie was brought out of her starring, grandma spot her standing their looking so at peace with her beautiful smile spread on her lips.
“Annie come over here hunny. I thought you sleeping.” She walks over to grandma and stood in front of her looking up to her guardian with love in her eyes. She smiles and said.
“Grandma can you tell me a bedtime story.” Grandma picked her up and sat her on her lap.
Annie puts her little head up on grandma’s shoulder as she pat Annie’s hair for her.
“I think I can do that. This story took place many years ago.” Grandma told her, and she started with her tale.

“One day there was this little boy who lived in this big house with his entire family, from grandparents to aunts, uncles and cousins, his parents were missionaries, so he got to stay with his entire family, but the boy didn’t really know this family, the only family he knew besides his parents was his mother’s mother. The only grandma he knew and loved. Then one day a knock came to the family’s door. As the family was having their usual breakfast the boy got up and went through the long corridors as he finally got to the door that the knock was coming from. He was very little as he pulled the chair closer to him getting up on it and finally he could reach the door knob. As he turned the knob and he saw this lady standing on the other side of the door he got such a fright that he tumbled over the chair and fell flat on his bum.
The boy couldn’t believe that she was here, that she was actually visiting him, but he also didn’t know why she was actually now standing in his family’s doorway. He did miss her, but he knew something’s strange must’ve happened or she is just here to visit.

She finally walked up to him and bows down as she helped him up. Sammy took her hand as she helped him to his feet. She then look at him and her visible tears were there, but she knew she couldn’t break down now she came all this way to be with her grandson.
The other family members ran into the room as they saw who it was.
“Mrs Campbell you here.” The one aunt says.
“Yes I am, I just wanted to spend Christmas with my grandson.” She replied as Sammy was still clutched to her hand.
He looked in between his grandmother and his other family. His grandmother was the closest family he had on his mother’s side. The others were his father’s family who they left him with.
“Grandma you came.” He said. Still looking in between his families.
The one aunt who spoke came closer as she reached out to Mrs Campbell welcoming her into their home. As Sammy has grown up he never knew his fathers family, he grew up mostly knowing his mother’s parents until his grandfather died on the sea while the heavy storms swept the whole boat with every man on board, and that was when the boy was only four. He loved his grandparents always going out with them on adventures. He would always ask, Grandpapa, are we going on another adventure. Then grandpapa would say yes boy we going on the adventures of grandpapa and Sammy.
The Campbell’s didn’t like the idea of the work their daughter and son in law was doing because it would mean they either wont see their grandson much are that he would be raised without his parents.

When his parents finally decided to give their son stability it was Frank who decided on letting the boy live with his family instead of Mrs Campbell. Jo-Anne wasn’t too happy about this at all, but she understood after some much motivation from her husband that it be best he lived with his family, seeing as her mother was old and had too much going on, but what they didn’t know was. Their son was listening through an open door as he stood their pushing his parent’s door open. His grandma was with them for that weekend when all this was being planned on where he would stay. He ran off to his grandma’s quarters yelling.
“Grandma, grandma they sending me away. You got to stop them.” He says.

Mrs Campbell didn’t know what to do as she got up from her rocking chair and hugged the boy trying to calm him down.
His tears started to lessen and the snickering starts to slow down as she let him sit on her lap.
“Grandma they wana send me away.” he said again. As tears was busy forming once again.
“Sammy know this that I will never let you go. Your parents just want you to know your other family too.” She says trying to make the boy understand that it was okay, that they will see each other again.
“What if I never see you, grandma? What then?” he says.
They heard footsteps coming closer and closer as they saw it was Jo- Anne standing their.
“Why is he crying.” She asked.
He burst out crying holding tight to his grandma.
“He over heard you and Frank talking about sending him to Carter’s.” she said.
“Mom you know if I had a say in this I would let him stay here with you, but his too much for you to handle all at once.” She said.
“How dare you say that? This child is never too much, his the closest I have too family with you always gone.” Mrs Campbell argued back.

Sammy didn’t want his grandma and mom to say things to each other that would be hurtful. Its then that he remembered what his grandpapa told him. That he will have to watch over them for him, his man now. And a man does what’s ever must be done to keep his loved ones from harms way.
That is when he realised he has to go. To keep these two from hurting each other. He lifts his head from his grandma’s shoulders and wiped his face with his hand.
He wiggled from his grandma’s arms and got to his feet. They were watching him as he stood tall and had them look at him. Tears stains still hovering on the boys face.
He then takes each of their hands and holds it into his. He smiles at them and he says.
“I will go to stay with them, but I want to see grandma whenever I want too.” He says more to his mother.
She bends down in front of her son looking into his powder blue eyes as she scanned his face, that angelic face she gave birth too four years ago. How quick he grew up. Remembering how much he loved her parents especially after her father died, Sammy became closer to his grandma. He would tell her mommy, grandma and me go on plenty adventures, but mostly it was the two of them talking about the adventures grandpapa was on in heaven.

She reached out to him as she held’s him in her arms.
“I love you so much my boy. Never get too big okay.” He nods in her arms.
“I love you too mommy. We all do. Right grandma.” He says.
As grandma came closer to them and hold them both in her arms.
“I love you both so much.” She says that her tears betrayed her as they fell.

The following day Sammy was packed up to head to Johannesburg, South Africa. The boy didn’t know that the day he chose to go live with his father’s parents and relatives was the last time he would see his grandma. That it would be the last Christmas he would have with the people he loved.
When he came to live with his father’s family it was painful because he had to say goodbye to his mommy.
Jo-Anne and Frank were ready to say their goodbyes while the car that was waiting on them to go to the airport was hooting outside. The parents stood inside the doorway as they both bow down to their little boy saying goodbye.
Frank was the first to say goodbye, but Sammy wasn’t so heartbroken about it.
“You be a good boy for your grandparents and family okay.” Frank said as he pat the boys mop curls. Sammy hugged his dad and let go, but it was when his mother’s turn came the boy couldn’t hold his tears in any longer. He held onto her neck not wanting to let loose. But he remembers what his grandma said that he should be a good boy and they would be together very soon.

“Sammy I love you, mommy will be back sooner then you think.” She said, but he knew it wasn’t true that why would his parents always say that when even they knew they wont be back soon.
“Mommy don’t leave me.” he kept crying. He didn’t let go when Frank came and have to loosen his son’s grip on his mother. As Jo-Anne walked out to the car, Sammy ran after her holding onto her dress. He didn’t want to let go, the other family couldn’t even stop him. The boy just was two close to his mother and nobody would ever change that.
Finally Jo-Anne stopped as she turned around facing the blue eyed boy. She gave him a kiss on the forehead and made him a promise as she takes off the pendant with the chain her father handed her so many years ago with a picture of him and her as a baby and on the other side was a picture of herself with baby Sammy on. She told him that if he kept this pendant close to his heart he would have nothing to fear because his grandpapa and herself will be protecting him and keep him safe from those dreams he usually get.
Its then that he finally loosen his mother from his grip once again. He stood up straighten him out and said his last goodbye.
The thing about Sammy his dreams was visions he would get and that frightens him because he was only four years old and didn’t know any better. The closest family he had was all gone; his parents just left him with strangers.

He stood by as the car pulled out of the driveway and their mother went gone and left him here. He stood there for as long as he could he opened the pendant and ran his finger on his mother’s face, the same he did to his grandpapa. He looked up to the clouds and said, “Grandpapa it’s just you and me now.” And walked back to the house to people he has never known growing up.
He knows that his grandpapa is in heaven that is what his grandma said; she said he is no longer in the grave that they would meet him up there one day.
“Really grandma we going to dig a hole to visit grandpapa.” He would ask.
Grandma would laugh and he would think it was crazy that she was laughing at him.
“No, Sammy we will meet him one day in heaven.” She would say.
“Where is heaven?” he would ask.
“Heaven is where there is this beautiful garden and everything in heaven is peaceful and happy. Children playing and building castles.” She would say.
“Do you think grandpapa is still catching fish.” He asked.
“Off course he does. He is waiting to catch fish with you too.” She said.
“Are you going their too grandma.”
“Little man I know I will be going their, but not anytime soon.” She says.
That was how he found out that heaven is a place where family come together and be peaceful and happy.
“I can’t wait to be their either.” He said out loud as he walked back into the house he never slept in before.
His father’s family wasn’t what he expected, but they weren’t also what he wanted.
He just wanted his mommy and his grandma. He just wanted to be home and play in his room or go on long walks with grandma. He just wanted to go on new adventures with her.

It was two years later and he has since had only four visits from his parents on his birthday and Christmas, but none of his grandma until now.
They were all sitting in the living area as Mrs Campbell told the Carters she is here to take her grandson back home. He was more than enlightened as his face has it shown on his face, but the Carters weren’t so happy about this new arrangement. They didn’t want to let the boy go, but it was the letter from Jo-Anne that changed that. She handed the letter over to them as they kept reading.

Dear Margie

I am writing you this letter on behalf of myself and Frank. We are doing quite well here in Australia. We have so far helped built two churches and its going well, without God we couldn’t have done it and knowing he has put us on this path to help the needy. As you may know our son, Sammy has been living with you all for nearly two years. We really miss him a lot and hope to see him soon. We have been talking too my mother and we have decided it’s a good thing that Sammy get too spend time with her as well. She has been a part of his life since birth and I know how much Sammy loves his grandma. Perhaps me and Frank shouldn’t have taken him away from her, but she just lost my dad and we thought it be great to give her time to heal instead we only harmed them both in the present. We also wanted Sammy to know his other family, so in case you wonder why am I writing to you now, I want my son to be happy and I know that his very fragile with his parents gone and he think we left him behind. I want my mom stated as his guardian until we get back to South Africa later this year. I hope and trust you would grant me this. Tell everyone else that we are thankful to helping us with Sammy. We miss our son and we can’t be there for him, but this we can do for him letting him move back into his own house with his grandma.

Yours sincerely

Jo-Anne

As Margie read the letter and hand it over to her husband, they both stare at the boy who’s never left his grandma’s hand. As much as it hurts them that their own grandson hasn’t been that close to them over the two years. Martin and Margie Carter has tried so hard giving their son’s child the proper home life any child deserves, but they just couldn’t handle his dreams he would get late at night. The fact he would just keep to himself never playing with the other kids are talking to anyone else. He would play by himself and he would walk around the yard and make things up like imaginary things. He would pretend his talking with his grandpapa because his grandma told him that his grandpapa is always with him, inside his heart that if he needs to talk to just say what is on his mind. getting Sammy to respond to anything was hard on them. They even noticed that the boy wasn’t as close to his own father as with his mother. They knew that it was his mother’s family the boy was closer too. They felt bad about it, that they never reached out to their grandson when he was born, that they never went to family gatherings when their son invited them. Why Frank even send the boy here was beyond there imagination, perhaps Frank thought it be a good time for his parents to have time with there grandson yet it wasn’t that at all. The way they see it, this boy don’t really know them or need them in his life. He has a hero for a grandpa and an amazing grandma already who loved him very much. They just wish they could have been there from the beginning of his little life.
Mrs Campbell knew that the Carter’s tried the best they could into giving Sammy a happy home, but the boy just weren’t happy with the new home he came to live in. She understood that it was best of she takes the boy back home, back to his real home in his own room and his own bed.
Sometimes in life things has a way of working out. That children grow attached to what they know, and what they know is that being safe and loved with the adults that was in their lives since birth, separation and detachedment is hard on little ones.

Sammy got his prayers answered. The prayer his been praying since he arrived at the Carters.
Grandpapa please take me home.

The end.

Annie was fast asleep in her grandma’s lap, when she was put in her bed. She woke up just before gran stepped out of her room.
“Grandma, I am glad that Sammy had a grandma just like you.” she said.
Her grandma nod and gave her a kiss on her forehead.
That night Annie slept so good that she didn’t get any nightmares.

© C Davids

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 Author Note: this story I wrote a few months back, its my first try at writing a childrens story, it reminded me of the bedtime stories my gran use to tell me and my cousin when we were little. I hope to one day write an entire childrens book.