Shenya’s Short Story First Page
“Of course grandma Mali!!” exclaimed her granddaughter, a supposed piece of a shattered mirror that was once her son.
It was 1956 I was coming back from the fields deep in the countryside of Thailand .The sun was ruthless against my back , as I was walking back to my huge country-esque house, automatically swatting mosquitos on either side of me. As I walk in the door I am bombarded with my loud wailing brother asking me to help him convince ma. He wanted ma to let him go to school, arguing that it would be beneficial to the whole family. I told him it was a lost cause because the farm is the main priority of this family but he wouldn’t listen.Since our family had so much work on our hands,being a very reliable farm and all, we never got the chance to go to school like the other kids in sameong,my hometown. But that was never really a problem for me because I devoted all my time to my family and the farm anyways.
It was the day before new years. Everyone was thrilled due to the fact that they had a chance to go to the city. The city was not my favorite place but I sure did love seeing my siblings be happy. Everyone throws water at each other that is blessed by monks , and partially due to the extreme heat. Yes,that was fun, but the one thing that always astonished me was the lotus festival. During the day, after everyone is done throwing blessed water at others we go and make lotus flowers. Then when the sun goes down we all go to this one river and send out our beautiful lotus creations along with our prayers into the vast waters. I was eighteen years old then and that was the year my prayers had finally been answered. All i wanted was a little variety or change to occur in my life. But i got more than i could ever imagine.
I was walking through the crowds,feeling quite content with myself and I run into someone. I apologize, brushing aside the apology given to me, intent on finding my siblings. I feel someone grab my hand and I look up. It is an american boy, what is it that he is saying to me though, I think to myself. I shake my head trying to find a way to tell tell him that I don’t speak english. TBC..
It’s a warm sunny day in Utah and Mali looks down at her adolescent granddaughter and smiles wondering what her granddaughters childhood was like. Pain is the automatic response, leading to thoughts of her son. The son she never got to raise, the son that she never got to reunite with. Her thoughts get interrupted, when her granddaughter asks “Why did you have to give up my dad?”. It wasn’t as harsh as it sounded, it was very complicated mali thought to herself.
“It is a very complicated story, but would you like to hear it?”“Of course grandma Mali!!” exclaimed her granddaughter, a supposed piece of a shattered mirror that was once her son.
It was 1956 I was coming back from the fields deep in the countryside of Thailand .The sun was ruthless against my back , as I was walking back to my huge country-esque house, automatically swatting mosquitos on either side of me. As I walk in the door I am bombarded with my loud wailing brother asking me to help him convince ma. He wanted ma to let him go to school, arguing that it would be beneficial to the whole family. I told him it was a lost cause because the farm is the main priority of this family but he wouldn’t listen.Since our family had so much work on our hands,being a very reliable farm and all, we never got the chance to go to school like the other kids in sameong,my hometown. But that was never really a problem for me because I devoted all my time to my family and the farm anyways.
It was the day before new years. Everyone was thrilled due to the fact that they had a chance to go to the city. The city was not my favorite place but I sure did love seeing my siblings be happy. Everyone throws water at each other that is blessed by monks , and partially due to the extreme heat. Yes,that was fun, but the one thing that always astonished me was the lotus festival. During the day, after everyone is done throwing blessed water at others we go and make lotus flowers. Then when the sun goes down we all go to this one river and send out our beautiful lotus creations along with our prayers into the vast waters. I was eighteen years old then and that was the year my prayers had finally been answered. All i wanted was a little variety or change to occur in my life. But i got more than i could ever imagine.
I was walking through the crowds,feeling quite content with myself and I run into someone. I apologize, brushing aside the apology given to me, intent on finding my siblings. I feel someone grab my hand and I look up. It is an american boy, what is it that he is saying to me though, I think to myself. I shake my head trying to find a way to tell tell him that I don’t speak english. TBC..
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