The Necklace

There was a storm the night before. I heard the wind blowing furiously from inside my room. Looking outside my window, I saw trees and plants bowing down, pleading to be spared, at least just for this one night. Their cries were unheard. Then the rain came. It looked like I was behind a hundred waterfalls trying to discern the outside world. I felt alone. The storm will pass, I know it will.

Waking up slowly from my slumber, I listened for a moment and all there was, silence. The wind is no longer howling. The rain stopped crying. The storm has passed. I was glad. As I was about to get off my bed, I could hear the whispers of voices. I never decrypted what the whispers were saying. I never understood the sadness I felt that moment. Something stirred inside me. I felt a cold shiver run through my spine, if not my soul.

I was eleven years of age when that ill-fated morning came. Although, it seemed like centuries ago, I still remember it clearly. That stirring I felt was sadness. My parents decided it would be best that one of them would have to leave for North America to work and support the family. My mother decided to go. From then on, my life has been turned upside down. The food that I had daily, I craved for so much. The ten minute rides to school, replaced with two hour walks. My brother was barely five years old when my mother left. She visited one time and it pained her and everybody else to see him not recognize her. This broke my heart to a million pieces.