~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 day it is.”
“Please, leave Murphy,” I said, ignoring his irritating habit of swinging his cane around his arm. “I’m not in the mood and you’re not invited.”
“That’s harsh.” He stopped swinging his cane, leaning against the banister, he said, “As you wish.” He turned and began to walk away. His sharp clipped steps in steady motion stopped, and I heard him say, “Willow, I really do hope you have a pleasant birthday.”
Someone called my name and I ignored it. That, someone, was Susan.
“Willow!”
I still ignored her.
“Willow?” Susan came to my side. “I have been looking everywhere for you. Why didn’t you tell me where you were? I thought you may have gone to the beach by yourself and when I couldn’t find you...I almost went there.”
“Why would I do that?”
Susan sighed. “C’mon, there’s something you should see and your Mom is waiting!”
I stood upright and faced her. “Wait. What? She’s here!”
Running down the stairs, I ignored Susan’s warning to stop. I almost tripped, but I didn’t care. Mom was here.
At the foot of the stairs, there was a lot of activity. People dressed in blue overalls were carrying things in the foyer. The housekeeper, Mrs. Bradford, was shrieking at them to be careful and ran outside to direct them to the back entrance that led to the garden. I looked around and didn’t see my Mom. Of course! Mom would never be amongst this chaos and I ran to the Ballroom, but she was not there.
Panting, Susan caught up to me and placed her hand on my shoulder.
“Come Willow.” Susan took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, you didn’t let me explain. Your Mom is waiting for you in the Entertainment room. She isn’t here.”
My eyes brimmed with tears. “What do you mean she isn’t here?”
“Let’s go.”
I followed Susan to the Entertainment room. Everything had been covered in white cloth. The chairs, tables, couches, right up to the paintings all covered in white cloth.
“What’s going on? Is the room going to be spring-cleaned? It isn't spring yet.”
At the very end of the room, covering the entire wall was the only item left uncovered the large LED screen that Mom disliked so much. Priceless paintings had to be taken down to fit the large screen, leaving the room ghastly and unbalanced. As we got closer, tears began to slide down my cheeks. I saw her giving orders to someone within her office. Sometimes I wondered whether technology like Skype was a blessing or a curse. Right now, it felt like a curse, an excuse for convenience.
“Susan!” The melodramatic voice sounded with a hint of irritation. “How long does it take to find a child? I am a busy woman.”
“I’m sorry, Mrs. McQuiod.”
“Right, aw, Willow.” Her smile was beautiful but did not reach her eyes. “Happy Birthday, Sweetie. Why are you crying?”
“I miss you, Mom.”
“I miss you too, Sweetie.” She frowned, “Don’t cry, I have everything planned out perfectly for you, everything that you have ever dreamed about for your thirteenth birthday.”
I nodded, trying to smile. Yes, everything.
“Where are you? Are you coming?”
Mom sighed. I hoped it was a sigh of sadness, but I wasn’t really sure.
“Sweetie, you know I love you very much, don’t you?”
I nodded, wiping my eyes.
“I have done all I can to be with you today. All the flights over these few days were canceled because of bad weather and I cannot use Antony’s private jet.” Another sigh, “He has been in England for the past week and even he cannot fly here because of the weather.”
I wiped my eyes, nodding my head. “Why is Antony with you?”
“It’s all business, Sweetie,” she smiled again. “Many of his clients do not speak Spanish or English.”
Yes, I remembered, she had been an interpreter for the UN Embassy at one time; she knew many languages and people loved her.
“What is going to happen? When will you come back?”
“I’m not sure, Sweetie. It has been very busy, but soon. I really want to see you again. Has your father called yet?”
I shook my head.
The background was a bit blurry, but I saw Antony approach, handing documents to my Mom.
“Here, Love. The divorce papers have been finalized.” I heard him say. Mom’s expression on her face changed.
“I am sure your father will call you.” She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, wearing a stiff smile.
Divorce?
“Mom, what did Antony mean?”
“I need to go now, Sweetie. I am always thinking of you, and I know you will love your birthday surprise. Everybody will be there to celebrate with you.”
“Everybody? What do you mean?”
Her laugh was like a breath of fresh air, “All your friends, of course.” She looked at me as if I were a delicate flower. “Happy Birthday, Sweetie. I must go now. I will call you again as soon as I can. I love you.”
“Bye, Mom. I lo-“
The connection cut off and in an instant, my Mom was gone.
What just happened? I had this feeling as if I had just fallen down the rabbit hole; I dropped to the floor and sobbed. Susan held me tight trying her best to console me. Nothing could take away this throbbing, this piercing pain in my heart.
***
From the balcony, I watched as the men and women set up decorations, machine apparatus, and various stalls and booths in the garden, around the poolside, and any space they could find. I could see our gardener’s horror as he pranced around anyone that dared to touch his garden, especially the bush statues. Whenever I stared at Luke cutting away at the bushes and digging at the flowers, he would look away, and I would ask him all sorts of questions. Some days I think he would get irritated with me, but he was shy and always gave me polite answers.
“I had nothing to do with this,” Murphy said, sitting in one of the chairs on the balcony. “Oh, the gifts from your parents have arrived.”
“I know.” Let it burn, is what I really wanted to say. When I left the Entertainment room, a large truck had parked outside and deliverymen began to bring in fancy wrapped boxes of different sizes and directed to load everything to the lounge area just outside my room.
Placed over the pool from corner to corner were large white aluminum arches wrapped in white cloth, woven with vine plants and flowers, and helium balloons bearing Happy Birthday and the number 13 and other décor and lights.
The last thing I wanted right now was a celebration, and now a carnival was being set up for my birthday party. Did Mom know me at all?
I wondered if Dad knew about this. Was he coming or like Mom, did he not care?
“What is your favorite part of a carnival?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Sure, you do.” Murphy actually sounded sincere. “Wasn’t it the candy floss?”
“I remember Dad taking me to carnivals and Mom never came with us. She did not like carnivals and used to say it was too noisy for her and then she would go shopping or have a massage somewhere. Dad let me go to the photo booth, go on rides, hit bobbing plastic shark heads with a plastic hammer, and other stuff.
“I remember all the laughing, Murphy. I threw darts at balloons, but I hit the prizes instead. Dad offered to pay for the damages, but the person just laughed and gave me a teddy bear. I loved the candyfloss, but it was not my favorite thing.”
I heard my name again. Turning around Susan came bounding onto the balcony, her face slightly flushed.
“Are you okay, Susan?”
“I’m fine, it’s just really hot. I need you to come with me.”
“Are they really setting up a carnival?”
Looking down over the banister, she nodded. “That’s what your Mom said.”
Susan pulled me away from the balcony. “Your Mom sent clothes for you to wear at the party and I know you don’t like her choices.”
I followed her to my room and there were some gifts. I knew I would be donating almost everything to other kids who would like them and needed things that I did not. I already had so much. There was nothing covered by the fancy paper that I wanted or needed.
“Earlier I went to Fashion Beat and found some clothes I know you’ll love.” Susan’s smile always made me feel better, and she had dimples like me. “Try them on.”
She was right. I loved the outfits. She remembered the time I went out with Mom and Antony and I had to wear a kid’s dress. The only difference is that this tank top shirt was a light blue color, but that did not matter. I loved it, the short black skirt, a thin-strapped shirt, and black platform shoes.
“I know your Mom would be very angry that I went to Fashion Beat, but we both know they have the best clothes. Aren’t you going to try on the others?”
“No, I love this one.” I gave her a tight hug. “Thank you.”
“Do you want to see what your Mom sent you?”
I looked down at my feet and shook my head. “Whatever she sent I am sure would be – ghastly.” I looked up at Susan and we both laughed.
I felt so much better knowing I would at least look good when all my friends came to my birthday party. Everyone was still busy at work and I followed Susan towards the kitchen.
“Why are we going to the kitchen?” Not that I minded, I loved going to the kitchen and watch Graham prepare and make the food. He always had chocolates hidden away. I found the kitchen fascinating, but I had always been forbidden to go near the kitchen. Being that my parents were not around I had free reign to go wherever I wanted. I could go anywhere without getting into trouble as long as no one told Mom.
“You’ll see,” Susan gave me a crooked smile. Whenever she gave me that look I knew she had something planned, something my parents would not approve of. Even at thirteen now, I thought I was still such a child as I giggled.
The kitchen was quite a distance from the dining hall and I always wondered about the sense of having a dining hall so far from the kitchen, but that was until I found out there was a secret corridor or shortcut between the two areas. It passed the gym and sports area, the bar, and the library. This house was huge for just me. Before I was born, I heard that this house hosted many parties. It was a house of legacy through many McQuoid generations.
***
As we entered the kitchen, a group of people jumped from nowhere and yelled Surprise!
I looked around the kitchen, taking in the sight of a huge banner hanging from the ceiling with my name and Happy 13th Birthday. In the middle of the preparation table was a three-tiered crooked Mad Hatter birthday cake. It was just as I imagined the same one in the Disney movie Alice in Wonderland. Tears filled my eyes; this was the best gift ever.
“Happy Birthday, Willow.” Susan smiled, “This is your special day.”
“We couldn’t do very much, but we did our best.” Mrs. Bradford said, “Especially with the limited time we had.”
“Your Mother did not give me an itinerary for your birthday like she usually does for functions or specific meals,” Graham added, his British accent captivating as always. “She’s most likely arranged outside catering so I decided to do a little something of my own. I know how much you love Alice in Wonderland and I took this opportunity to create your perfect birthday cake.”
My tears fell down my cheeks like a river. I hadn’t felt this happy in a long time.
“Silly girl, stop crying now,” Susan gave me a big hug. “Let’s have some cake.”
~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
~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
~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