~Never prepare to go out, something will go wrong~
Wow! I thought looking out the car window. The driver passed through huge steel electronic gates, in the middle of the driveway was a small circular garden. Cars could only go in one way, and out one way. Susan walked with me to the front door. There was a small garden in the front but the one at home was much bigger and prettier. Our gardener cut up large bushes into shapes. I thought that was amazing.
“Susan?” I looked at her emotionless face.
She looked at me without saying anything. I still liked Susan even if she was moody sometimes.
“Do you think Dad and Mom would put a pretty garden circle in our driveway?”
She blinked a couple of times, shook her head, and said, “No, I don’t think so.”
Before I could ask why the front door opened, it was a shiny dark red color. A tall woman wearing a blue dress and a white apron, hair tied up into a messy bun, smiled at us. If Mom could be here now, I thought and immediately felt bad. I knew it was not nice to judge people.
“Hello,” She said. You must be... I am sorry; Cara told me your name. I know all her friends and she did say you were coming.”
“Willow.” I gave her my best smile. “Are you Cara’s Mom?”
“Yes, I am Mrs. Anderson.” She wiped her hands on her apron. “Go join the others. They are already at the poolside.”
I said ‘bye’ to Susan and ran inside. I stopped. Looking around the inside of the house it was much smaller than mine and very different. The couches were not in proper places, the colors were mismatched. An old piano sat against a wall in the far end of the lounge. The curtains were wide-open allowing sunlight inside, brightening the room. There was only one light in the middle of the ceiling, and some smaller tables with blue covers that had lampshades. A large TV had cars racing around as a few boys sat on the mismatched couches shouting and yelling as the cars raced around the tracks and crashed. Video games, I smiled, it looked like fun. Something that Mom would never buy me for my birthday.
“Are you lost?” Mrs. Anderson said as she saw me watching the games. She led me across the room, down a long passageway, and explained the guest bathroom was where I could get dressed into my swimming costume. I could leave my bag in Cara’s room not too far away from the bathroom, just round another corner.
“I must finish up in the kitchen. Have fun, Willow.”
The floors were carpeted, light blue color with small stains in various places. I wondered what my Mom would think, but I didn’t care, I liked it.
The bathroom was simply designed with a light shade of cream, a shower with a glass sliding door, toilet, basin, and a steel cabinet just above the basin.
Cara was very happy to see me. “I thought you wouldn’t come.” She smiled.
There were some kids from my old school loitering around, some laughing, others I didn’t know were dive-bombing from a high diving board at the deep end.
“Help yourself to some snacks.”
The table was full of sweets, savory treats, chips, biscuits, and many drinks and treats that my Mom would never let me eat.
I heard a soft chuckle. “I wonder what your Mom would say if she saw you now.”
I grabbed a paper plate and placed three biscuits, small sausage rolls, and some sweets. “I don’t care!” I whispered.
“Hello, Willow.”
Immediately I felt my cheeks grow hot as I turned around holding all that I had taken from the table. It was Daniel, the Daniel O’Reilly. Then I heard the soft ominous chuckling again.
“Hi Daniel,” I said and sucked on my bottom lip.
“You look hungry.” His laugh was friendly, “Don’t have too many of those biscuits, “Don’t have too many of those biscuits. The last time I had Mrs. Anderson’s biscuits, I was sick for a day. They are so good you can’t stop eating them.”
Before I could answer, Aimee came bounding from nowhere and pulled Daniel’s arm. She seemed to be a bit bigger than when I last saw her, and her long reddish hair, I loved, was cut to her ears. A small smile hid between plump cheeks.
“C’mon,” She said laughing. “We’re waiting for you.” Then she saw me. “Oh, hello Willow.”
She pulled again on Daniel’s arm. “Okay, Okay,” A shy laugh burst from his large grin. “It’s good to see you, Willow.”
No longer defiant, I placed the paper plate on the table, watching Aimee drag Daniel to the diving board. My old best friend with my Daniel, the same boy she knew I had liked since the first grade.
Ha-ha-ha, Willow, I heard Murphy say, but I could not see him, so fickle.
It was difficult being twelve years old, well at least, it was for me. I sat on a chair watching everyone else jump from the diving board, dive-bombing, and heads bobbed around in the water.
“Are you scared of water?”
I felt my stomach twist and my body cringed as I heard that voice. The shrilly, annoying voice of Ashley Walters.
Looking at her, I said. “I will swim later.” If I had known she would be here, maybe I would not have come to the party, but I would not have wanted to disappoint Cara either.
“I don’t even know why you’re here.” She pulled a sour face. “No one likes you, and you have no friends.”
Anger welled up inside me and I stood, facing her. “Just you, Ashley,” I said, without thinking, I continued. “Your face is as ugly as you are and people hang around you only because your parents are very rich.”
At any other time, in any other circumstance, I would have laughed at the face Ashley pulled. It was like looking at one of those angry witches in a children's cartoon. All the chatter and laughter stopped. There was just silence as all eyes focused on us. She stepped forward and pushed me, hard.
Some of her entourage and Cara came running over to tell her to stop, to see if I was alright, but it was too late. A pool noodle lay on the floor and I tripped over it, my arms were flapping in the air like a duck about to fly off. One of the other kids, Wesley, oblivious to everything going on, had bent down to pick up something from the ground and as he stood, we collided. My head was only inches away from the side of the pool; I landed a perfect belly flop into the pool. It just took Ashley to laugh, and then almost everyone began laughing.
From the diving board, Daniel had seen what happened and dove into the pool and swam up next to me. Cara had also jumped into the pool. Some kids were patting Wesley on the back, congratulating him for something that he did not know of doing. Once he realized what had happened, he got angry and was full of apologies.
“I’m sorry, Willow.” He held out his hand and pulled me out of the pool with the help of Daniel and Cara. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”
Coughing, spluttering, I did not know if I cried from embarrassment or the pain I felt throughout my body.
“I’m going home, Cara.” I said, “I’m sorry I ruined your party.”
“No, you didn’t Willow.” She gave me a hug. “I didn’t want Ashley and her friends to come, but her Dad and my Dad are friends.”
“It’s okay, Cara. I’ll get dressed and call Susan to come to fetch me.”
I could not get a hold of Susan so I had to wait until the end of the party. Rather than sit outside I sat on one of the colorful couches and watched the boys play video games.
I heard Murphy’s laughter, “I told you not to go.” I ignored him. Even Susan was quiet in the car. She was usually full of chatter and excitement after spending time with Kyle. This must have been a bad day for both of us.
“Are you alright, Susan?”
She was looking out the window as if searching for something. I looked out my window to see if I could find whatever it was she looking for. All I saw was the moon’s soft smile peeping through the clouds as the sun was beginning to set.
“Willow,” She said softly. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” I frowned, “For what? You haven’t done anything wrong.”
“I have, Willow.” She looked at me sadly. “I realized I have neglected you. One day you will understand.”
“Why can’t I understand now?”
“I thought that Kyle was a good guy, you know.” She gave a small sigh. “I broke up with him. I want you to know that I really love looking after you. I know school and life at home have been hard for you, and you have been a brave girl. I should have looked out for you better, I’m really sorry.”
“You’re right, Susan, I don’t understand.”
“Promise me something, Willow.” Susan stared at me. Her dark brown eyes gazed upon my face.
I nodded, “Okay.”
“I’m serious. Promise me, you’ll never fall in love.”
Fall in love? I frowned. “Okay, I promise. I won’t do that.”
“You shouldn’t promise what you don’t know.” Murphy suddenly appeared sitting between Susan and me.
“What do you mean, what I don’t know?” I repeated without thinking.
Susan frowned. “What?”
I realized what I had done. “Uh, I mean I don’t know what you just asked me.”
Murphy was chuckling again. Willow, Willow, Willow.
“Did you even hear what I said?” Susan became upset.
“Yes, Susan, I did.” I looked down at my feet. “I just got confused,” then added, “I had a bad time at the party, but I’m alright now, and I will remember our promise. I will not fall in love, ever. Ever, I promise!”
After a quick dubious look at me, she smiled. “Good girl. We’re almost home.”
***
There was a strange car parked outside Dad’s garage. It was hard to see what kind of a car because it was beginning to get dark. It may have been grey. On the back of the car, the shine of a metal circle with three silver lines inside caught my attention. My Dad told me a little about cars, I guessed it could be a Mercedes. Like the kind of car Ashley’s Dad drove and one that my Dad did not like at all.
“Is this a new car?”
Susan shook her head. “Let’s go inside, I think your Mom is back.”
“Mom’s back!” I smiled. She had been gone for almost four months.
I ran to the house expecting to find my Mom waiting for me. Instead, she was by the pool in her dark blue bikini, the one that was very tight at the top, holding a drink and that man was with her. I remembered him. The dark blue-eyed hairy man, except this time he was not hairy. Both his beard and mustache were gone, and his chest and back were smooth. He looked better than the last time I saw him, and I still did not like him.
“Willow,” Mom gushed. “I have missed you so much.”
Placing her drink on the table beside her, she seemed a bit wobbly but managed to walk to me and gave me one of the biggest hugs I had ever received from her. I loved my Mom, and whatever was the reason for this attention, I enjoyed it, and squeezed her back. The smell of wine was like a faint perfume. Her light brown hair had grown long down her back since I last saw her, like mine, streaked with natural blond highlights. Her light blue eyes, flecked with light brown, as if a cool bright sky lay hidden behind gold autumn leaves, looked a bit glassy. I had my Dad’s hazel eyes, changing colors depending on my mood, and right now, I was not happy to see that man with my Mom.
“Sweetie,” Her gaze seemed to look right through me. “I want you to meet a friend of mine.” Forgetting we had met, she led me outside, and the man stood as we approached.
“Antony de la Cruz.” She said proudly. I noticed she had picked up a slight accent.
His dark blue eyes shone and he held out his hand, I reached out my hand to take his expecting a small handshake, as most people do, instead, he held my fingers and kissed the top of my hand. I blushed. It felt like a butterfly had briefly touched my skin. He also smelled of wine. “I have heard so much about you.”
“Do you think he really is your Mother’s friend”? Murphy said, walking around scrutinizing both my Mom and Antony. I did not answer after what happened in the car with Susan.
“Is she really your Mother?” He taunted.
I closed my eyes trying to clear my thoughts to drown Murphy out of my head.
“It’s hot, Mom.” I said, “I’ll come swim with you and show you how much I’ve improved. Sandra says if I keep practicing I will be good enough to enter the National competitions and Championships.”
“Oh, dear,” Mom said with a frown, stroking my hair with her perfectly manicured fingers. “Your hair looks so dry. You should not swim so often, it is not good for your hair. I’ll speak to Susan about it.” She tilted her head, and added, “You need to moisturize your skin, and don’t spend too much time in the sun.” She noticed my tanned skin.
“Amore, your daughter is as beautiful as you.” He seemed a bit taller than my Dad and looked strong. “You will have trouble keeping the boys away when she is older.” His smile was perfect, like the pictures in a magazine. “Let’s go out for dinner tonight, hmm?” He looked pleased with himself. “I suggest the Roma Revolving Restaurant.”
“Great idea,” Mom said, “Susan can take you out quickly and buy you a new outfit.”
“I have plenty of clothes.” I sighed, “Can’t you take me?”
“I have a guest, Sweetie.” Mom said, giving me a look that really said, ‘Watch it, young lady.’ She added, “It would be rude. Besides, Susan knows exactly what I like.”
***
Dinner was boring. All Mom and Antony spoke about was business, relationships, and things that did not concern me. If I did not know any better, this was more like a date and I was the third wheel, the same as when I hung around while Kyle and Susan did whatever it was that they did. The Roma Revolving restaurant was not as I expected. It just turned around and around very slowly. In the distance, I just saw a black canvas with dotted lights of different sizes and colors; I could not even see the ocean.
The dress Susan picked for me was very uncomfortable and horrible. Perhaps it would have looked cute if I was still five years old. A baby blue dress stopped at my knees with white circular patterns, white pumps on my feet matched the outfit. I wanted to wear a tight black top, covered by a sparkling green shirt, a long black skirt, and black shoes with slight heels. I felt ridiculous.
When dessert finally arrived, chocolate mousse and ice cream for me, Murphy appeared, taking the seat next to me he nodded towards the entrance. I looked around and of all the people in the world that could come to this restaurant on this very night were Jayde, Ashley, and Cara with their families. The Maître D’ showed them to a really long rectangular table that had obviously been reserved for them.
As I tried to cover my face, slinking deeper within my chair, Mom just had to call them over. Why did everyone have to know everybody?
“Mrs. McQuoid,” James Walters greeted with an air of superiority and Mom did not look happy, but faked a smile. “James, it’s wonderful to see you again, please I insist, it’s Lexi to my friends.”
“Alexis,” Debbie Walters did not smile and glared at my Mom as she passed our table and Mom planted a fake smile in response.
“Congratulations on the Maine Project, Lexi,” Michael Anderson gave a hearty smile, “you must be so proud.” He stopped and let his wife walk ahead of him, but she stopped and faced us.
“Yes,” James continued, “Arthur’s work is commendable. There was never a doubt McQuoid Architecture would be awarded the contract.”
Looking at Ashley’s father was like looking at a fatter male version of her. Debbie Walters and my Mom did not get along. When I was small, I had heard people talk about this man, James, and my Mom-and they were not good things either.
While Mom introduced Antony and all exchanged pleasantries, I tried to ignore Jayde and Ashley’s laughter and soft snide remarks about my dress. I couldn’t help but wonder where was Jayde’s mother.
“How are you feeling, Willow?” Joy Anderson interrupted, “after that fall in the pool, I was worried about you. I thought you had been seriously hurt.”
“I’m fine,” I replied feeling my face grow hot as eyes fell upon me, my voice shaky and I tried on a small smile. Cara had already seated herself at the table along with her twin brother, Damien, and Ashley’s younger sister, Chloe.
Of course, Mom knew nothing of the incident but assured Mrs. Anderson that there was no harm done.
Thankfully, we did not stay much longer and left, but in the car, my Mom lectured me about how embarrassed she was at hearing about the incident at the party and knew nothing of it. How others knew before she did.
“Accidents do happen, Amore.” Antony came to my defense, which I appreciated. “Willow is fine, and the fiesta went on, I don’t see a cause for concern.”
Alone, in my room, I cried myself to sleep. Feeling sorry for myself, I thought how desperate must I be to have Murphy console me.
~Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse~ The day was finally here. My thirteenth birthday. No one said anything to me about it, not a hint, or a clue of what to expect. Mom said she would be back for my special day, with Antony. Would Dad be there? He skyped me almost two weeks ago and told me all about Japan and would let me fly over during the holidays. It was only a month until school broke up. I stood on the top lounge balcony on the third floor and watched the ocean. I did not look at the silent pool in the garden of many flowers, trees, and bright bush statues, neither did I hear the birds chirping and flying in the garden. I did not notice the bright blue sky running a straight line over the blue-green horizon. There was just nothing before me. “Well, April fools,” said Murphy. “It’s a fool’s day.” “Stop it. You know it’s my birthday!” “Yes, I know what da
~Drop an unbreakable object, it will always land on something more valuable~“Well, well, well,” Murphy sat beside me as my Lamborghini crashed into the other cars; I revved the engine and ran over a pedestrian.“What would your mother say?”“I really don’t care, Murphy. She is not here, is she?” Willow twisted the steering wheel to avoid hitting the corner of a small tin building. “What’s she going to do? Take it away from me?”Murphy shrugged. “I’m just saying.” He looked up toward the large TV screen watching my car careen through the streets of New York, as I played my brand new PS4 console and game, Speed 4.At first, I was scared my Mom would find out and Susan placed her forefinger over her lips and promised that no one would tell.“You did this?” I had asked her. My emotions were a mix of e
~Smile ... tomorrow will be worse~Time meant nothing as I lay on the bench. I cried so much I think I ran out of tears. A few hours earlier the house was crazy, people were trying to find their family members, and rush out as fast as they could. Graham held me in his arms until my body became limp, and he eased his grip. I pushed myself from his arms and ran inside to find Susan, but I was too late. They had taken her already. Only a few police cars remained the blue and red flashing lights seemingly surreal, like Christmas tree lights compared to my Carnival. Police officers were questioning Mrs. Bradley, the party planner, and other household staff. When Graham found me one of the Police Officers, called him over, and saved me. No one noticed me leave the house. I ran down the sundeck across the stretch of the large manicured garden, past the bushes and trees, and flowers to the path to the beach.I knew that everyone would be worried about me and woul
~You can’t tell how deep a puddle is until you step in it~The days dragged, but the weeks quickly flew by and before I knew it, it was time to say goodbye. I stood outside the beautifully ornate Baroque-style mansion and couldn’t stop blinking back tears. This was my home filled with memories that I would cherish forever. I would miss the sound of the serene flowing water from the large fountain that held a statue of a man dressed in Greek attire holding a pot on his head. It was the main feature between two stone staircases that led to the grounds. Two smaller cherub fountains were on the first landing amongst neatly cut bush and fauna. Small embankments hugged the staircase which led to the second landing welcomed by a long rectangular open veranda with balustrades. Wide stone steps covered by an entrance entablature led to the entrance of the house. It held a beautiful view of one of the gardens. The façade was decorated with large windows
~If anything can go wrong, it will~If there is one thing in life that I have learned, is that nobody cares. Actually, let me rephrase that, nobody gives a damn. Well, that is what I decided and continued with that belief.I realized this truth at an early stage in my life, but it was not until I met Murphy that I realized just how things could get worse, much worse than they were already. I hate Murphy.I tried not to look at him as I sat on the bench, hugging my legs, watching the waves fall across the sand and return to the sea, again and again. The wind blew my hair across my face; the salt in the air tasted like my tears. Not too far pigeons were hovering, huddling close in various parts of the grass, blocking the pathway, and gliding in the air. All were eagerly waiting for their next benefactor to reward them with a packet of seeds or breadcrumbs; I felt all eyes looking at me.“It’s your f
~Friends come and go, but enemies accumulate~I didn’t have many friends. I wasn’t like the other kids; they were all so vain and liked themselves too much. I didn’t care for expensive things neither did I run around telling everybody what gifts I got, the price of it, and the super great brands. What I wanted, what I only ever wanted, I could not have.Most of the kids sat in huddles on the field or in sharp corners out of sight behind trees. The kids in the lower grades were allowed in the playground. I usually sat on my favorite bench underneath a tree, free from bird droppings, and it was quiet. I could see almost everyone from here. My friend, Aimee, would sit with me sometimes, but she liked to run around and talk a lot so she joined some of the snobby kids.I closed my eyes, resting my head on the top part of the bench, listening to the screams and chattering of the other kids.&ldquo
~When all else fails, have hope~ “I heard your Dad left.” Aimee looked at me curiously. My eyes were red and my face was pale. I ignored her trying to concentrate in class. Geography was not my favorite subject. I thought it was boring. “If you knew, why are you asking?” I whispered carefully. If Mrs. Peters caught us talking it would be detention. “I think she wants something.” I heard Murphy say. “Quiet, Murphy.” I was not in the mood. Why would no one leave me alone? “Don’t trust her. She wants something.” “Who’s Murphy?” Aimee frowned and her light blue eyes glanced quickly around the room. “Nobody,” I said. “I’m trying to listen.” “I’m hurt.” Murphy chuckled. “Will he come back?” She asked with a strange look in her eyes. “Yes, of course, he will be back!” I whispered and heard the anger i
~You can’t tell how deep a puddle is until you step in it~The days dragged, but the weeks quickly flew by and before I knew it, it was time to say goodbye. I stood outside the beautifully ornate Baroque-style mansion and couldn’t stop blinking back tears. This was my home filled with memories that I would cherish forever. I would miss the sound of the serene flowing water from the large fountain that held a statue of a man dressed in Greek attire holding a pot on his head. It was the main feature between two stone staircases that led to the grounds. Two smaller cherub fountains were on the first landing amongst neatly cut bush and fauna. Small embankments hugged the staircase which led to the second landing welcomed by a long rectangular open veranda with balustrades. Wide stone steps covered by an entrance entablature led to the entrance of the house. It held a beautiful view of one of the gardens. The façade was decorated with large windows
~Smile ... tomorrow will be worse~Time meant nothing as I lay on the bench. I cried so much I think I ran out of tears. A few hours earlier the house was crazy, people were trying to find their family members, and rush out as fast as they could. Graham held me in his arms until my body became limp, and he eased his grip. I pushed myself from his arms and ran inside to find Susan, but I was too late. They had taken her already. Only a few police cars remained the blue and red flashing lights seemingly surreal, like Christmas tree lights compared to my Carnival. Police officers were questioning Mrs. Bradley, the party planner, and other household staff. When Graham found me one of the Police Officers, called him over, and saved me. No one noticed me leave the house. I ran down the sundeck across the stretch of the large manicured garden, past the bushes and trees, and flowers to the path to the beach.I knew that everyone would be worried about me and woul
~Drop an unbreakable object, it will always land on something more valuable~“Well, well, well,” Murphy sat beside me as my Lamborghini crashed into the other cars; I revved the engine and ran over a pedestrian.“What would your mother say?”“I really don’t care, Murphy. She is not here, is she?” Willow twisted the steering wheel to avoid hitting the corner of a small tin building. “What’s she going to do? Take it away from me?”Murphy shrugged. “I’m just saying.” He looked up toward the large TV screen watching my car careen through the streets of New York, as I played my brand new PS4 console and game, Speed 4.At first, I was scared my Mom would find out and Susan placed her forefinger over her lips and promised that no one would tell.“You did this?” I had asked her. My emotions were a mix of e
~Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse~ The day was finally here. My thirteenth birthday. No one said anything to me about it, not a hint, or a clue of what to expect. Mom said she would be back for my special day, with Antony. Would Dad be there? He skyped me almost two weeks ago and told me all about Japan and would let me fly over during the holidays. It was only a month until school broke up. I stood on the top lounge balcony on the third floor and watched the ocean. I did not look at the silent pool in the garden of many flowers, trees, and bright bush statues, neither did I hear the birds chirping and flying in the garden. I did not notice the bright blue sky running a straight line over the blue-green horizon. There was just nothing before me. “Well, April fools,” said Murphy. “It’s a fool’s day.” “Stop it. You know it’s my birthday!” “Yes, I know what da
~Never prepare to go out, something will go wrong~Wow! I thought looking out the car window. The driver passed through huge steel electronic gates, in the middle of the driveway was a small circular garden. Cars could only go in one way, and out one way. Susan walked with me to the front door. There was a small garden in the front but the one at home was much bigger and prettier. Our gardener cut up large bushes into shapes. I thought that was amazing. “Susan?” I looked at her emotionless face.She looked at me without saying anything. I still liked Susan even if she was moody sometimes. “Do you think Dad and Mom would put a pretty garden circle in our driveway?”She blinked a couple of times, shook her head, and said, “No, I don’t think so.”Before I could ask why the front door opened, it was a shiny dark red color.&nbs
~When all else fails, have hope~ “I heard your Dad left.” Aimee looked at me curiously. My eyes were red and my face was pale. I ignored her trying to concentrate in class. Geography was not my favorite subject. I thought it was boring. “If you knew, why are you asking?” I whispered carefully. If Mrs. Peters caught us talking it would be detention. “I think she wants something.” I heard Murphy say. “Quiet, Murphy.” I was not in the mood. Why would no one leave me alone? “Don’t trust her. She wants something.” “Who’s Murphy?” Aimee frowned and her light blue eyes glanced quickly around the room. “Nobody,” I said. “I’m trying to listen.” “I’m hurt.” Murphy chuckled. “Will he come back?” She asked with a strange look in her eyes. “Yes, of course, he will be back!” I whispered and heard the anger i
~Friends come and go, but enemies accumulate~I didn’t have many friends. I wasn’t like the other kids; they were all so vain and liked themselves too much. I didn’t care for expensive things neither did I run around telling everybody what gifts I got, the price of it, and the super great brands. What I wanted, what I only ever wanted, I could not have.Most of the kids sat in huddles on the field or in sharp corners out of sight behind trees. The kids in the lower grades were allowed in the playground. I usually sat on my favorite bench underneath a tree, free from bird droppings, and it was quiet. I could see almost everyone from here. My friend, Aimee, would sit with me sometimes, but she liked to run around and talk a lot so she joined some of the snobby kids.I closed my eyes, resting my head on the top part of the bench, listening to the screams and chattering of the other kids.&ldquo
~If anything can go wrong, it will~If there is one thing in life that I have learned, is that nobody cares. Actually, let me rephrase that, nobody gives a damn. Well, that is what I decided and continued with that belief.I realized this truth at an early stage in my life, but it was not until I met Murphy that I realized just how things could get worse, much worse than they were already. I hate Murphy.I tried not to look at him as I sat on the bench, hugging my legs, watching the waves fall across the sand and return to the sea, again and again. The wind blew my hair across my face; the salt in the air tasted like my tears. Not too far pigeons were hovering, huddling close in various parts of the grass, blocking the pathway, and gliding in the air. All were eagerly waiting for their next benefactor to reward them with a packet of seeds or breadcrumbs; I felt all eyes looking at me.“It’s your f