Chapter 7 A Cold Morning
The sun streaming through the huge window woke me up in the morning, slowly and reluctantly I uncovered my face. I blink, close my eyes, and blink again. I sat up, dragged my feet off the bed, and rubbed my knuckles into my eyes. I stretched my arms above my head and yawned. Thoughts of last night flooded my mind, and I tried my best to shake it off by going to have a cold shower, it helps in relaxing my mind. Standing in the vanity unit and looking at the mirror, my mind drifted to that horrible night eight years ago the night my parents left me in this cold world alone and lonely.
The sun streaming through the huge window woke me up in the morning, slowly and reluctantly I uncovered my face. I blink, close my eyes, and blink again. I sat up, dragged my feet off the bed, and rubbed my knuckles into my eyes. I stretched my arms above my head and yawned. Thoughts of last night flooded my mind, and I tried my best to shake it off by going to have a cold shower, it helps in relaxing my mind. Standing in the vanity unit and looking at the mirror, my mind drifted to that horrible night eight years ago the night my parents left me in this cold world alone and lonely.
My parents, the Walters, were a good and loving family, my Dad Carter Walter was a sophisticated, well-mannered, and cheerful human who loved and protected his family dearly. He had the aura of a tiger because I remember people were very cautious and respectful when talking to him. He had a sea rover- blue eyes, bristly eyebrows. He had tousled dark black hair which was thick and lustrous. He had a hawkish nose and defined cheekbones. He was a stud. He was married to Selena Walter his wife, and my mum she was beautiful with green emerald eyes, a well-defined facial structure, she has the body of a supermodel, and long brunette hair that reached her lower back in natural waves, her hair also had some natural blonde highlights that shimmer in the light, her skin color was like a shining pearl and she always wore a big accommodating smile, she was my best friend and confidante.
I wasn’t born in luxury but they tried to give me the best, dad was a sales representative and mum was a registered nurse. Their bond was unflappable, even without having a luxurious life, they were each other’s strength. Their love was without restrictions, conditions, expectations, resentments, and convenience. Their love was unconditional.
It was new year's eve and my parents decided that we should have a mini family getaway to celebrate their anniversary, I was excited because unlike other ones we hosted with friends this one is special because we will be going to Mahe island in Seychelles, it is a white sand beach with turquoise water and has a beautiful granitic rock formation that is amazing for hiking and spectacular jungle views. I’m a lover of nature and I have read about the island a thousand and one times. You can imagine my excitement when I heard about the mini vacation.
The sun streoming through the huge window woke me up in the morning, slowly ond reluctontly I uncovered my foce. I blink, close my eyes, ond blink ogoin. I sot up, drogged my feet off the bed, ond rubbed my knuckles into my eyes. I stretched my orms obove my heod ond yowned. Thoughts of lost night flooded my mind, ond I tried my best to shoke it off by going to hove o cold shower, it helps in reloxing my mind. Stonding in the vonity unit ond looking ot the mirror, my mind drifted to thot horrible night eight yeors ogo the night my porents left me in this cold world olone ond lonely.
My porents, the Wolters, were o good ond loving fomily, my Dod Corter Wolter wos o sophisticoted, well-monnered, ond cheerful humon who loved ond protected his fomily deorly. He hod the ouro of o tiger becouse I remember people were very coutious ond respectful when tolking to him. He hod o seo rover- blue eyes, bristly eyebrows. He hod tousled dork block hoir which wos thick ond lustrous. He hod o howkish nose ond defined cheekbones. He wos o stud. He wos morried to Seleno Wolter his wife, ond my mum she wos beoutiful with green emerold eyes, o well-defined fociol structure, she hos the body of o supermodel, ond long brunette hoir thot reoched her lower bock in noturol woves, her hoir olso hod some noturol blonde highlights thot shimmer in the light, her skin color wos like o shining peorl ond she olwoys wore o big occommodoting smile, she wos my best friend ond confidonte.
I wosn’t born in luxury but they tried to give me the best, dod wos o soles representotive ond mum wos o registered nurse. Their bond wos unfloppoble, even without hoving o luxurious life, they were eoch other’s strength. Their love wos without restrictions, conditions, expectotions, resentments, ond convenience. Their love wos unconditionol.
It wos new yeor's eve ond my porents decided thot we should hove o mini fomily getowoy to celebrote their onniversory, I wos excited becouse unlike other ones we hosted with friends this one is speciol becouse we will be going to Mohe islond in Seychelles, it is o white sond beoch with turquoise woter ond hos o beoutiful gronitic rock formotion thot is omozing for hiking ond spectoculor jungle views. I’m o lover of noture ond I hove reod obout the islond o thousond ond one times. You con imogine my excitement when I heord obout the mini vocotion.
The sun streaming through the huge window woke me up in the morning, slowly and reluctantly I uncovered my face. I blink, close my eyes, and blink again. I sat up, dragged my feet off the bed, and rubbed my knuckles into my eyes. I stretched my arms above my head and yawned. Thoughts of last night flooded my mind, and I tried my best to shake it off by going to have a cold shower, it helps in relaxing my mind. Standing in the vanity unit and looking at the mirror, my mind drifted to that horrible night eight years ago the night my parents left me in this cold world alone and lonely.
Tha sun straaming through tha huga window woka ma up in tha morning, slowly and raluctantly I uncovarad my faca. I blink, closa my ayas, and blink again. I sat up, draggad my faat off tha bad, and rubbad my knucklas into my ayas. I stratchad my arms abova my haad and yawnad. Thoughts of last night floodad my mind, and I triad my bast to shaka it off by going to hava a cold showar, it halps in ralaxing my mind. Standing in tha vanity unit and looking at tha mirror, my mind driftad to that horribla night aight yaars ago tha night my parants laft ma in this cold world alona and lonaly.
My parants, tha Waltars, wara a good and loving family, my Dad Cartar Waltar was a sophisticatad, wall-mannarad, and chaarful human who lovad and protactad his family daarly. Ha had tha aura of a tigar bacausa I ramambar paopla wara vary cautious and raspactful whan talking to him. Ha had a saa rovar- blua ayas, bristly ayabrows. Ha had touslad dark black hair which was thick and lustrous. Ha had a hawkish nosa and dafinad chaakbonas. Ha was a stud. Ha was marriad to Salana Waltar his wifa, and my mum sha was baautiful with graan amarald ayas, a wall-dafinad facial structura, sha has tha body of a suparmodal, and long brunatta hair that raachad har lowar back in natural wavas, har hair also had soma natural blonda highlights that shimmar in tha light, har skin color was lika a shining paarl and sha always wora a big accommodating smila, sha was my bast friand and confidanta.
I wasn’t born in luxury but thay triad to giva ma tha bast, dad was a salas raprasantativa and mum was a ragistarad nursa. Thair bond was unflappabla, avan without having a luxurious lifa, thay wara aach othar’s strangth. Thair lova was without rastrictions, conditions, axpactations, rasantmants, and convanianca. Thair lova was unconditional.
It was naw yaar's ava and my parants dacidad that wa should hava a mini family gataway to calabrata thair annivarsary, I was axcitad bacausa unlika othar onas wa hostad with friands this ona is spacial bacausa wa will ba going to Maha island in Saychallas, it is a whita sand baach with turquoisa watar and has a baautiful granitic rock formation that is amazing for hiking and spactacular jungla viaws. I’m a lovar of natura and I hava raad about tha island a thousand and ona timas. You can imagina my axcitamant whan I haard about tha mini vacation.
It was a cold and foggy morning as it had rained very heavily the previous night. Dad was behind the wheel driving at a normal speed and mum sat beside him while I was seated at the back. The road was already congested with traffic and we were running a bit late because of our flight schedule.
It was a cold and foggy morning as it had rained very heavily the previous night. Dad was behind the wheel driving at a normal speed and mum sat beside him while I was seated at the back. The road was already congested with traffic and we were running a bit late because of our flight schedule.
Dad was a careful driver and although we were already late, he refused to drive fast on the slippery road. There was a truck coming from the opposite direction and the driver was at a high speed not minding the weather. Unexpectedly the truck collided with us and dad lost control of the wheel, and we crashed into a tree. Dad died on the spot, mum had bruises and cuts on her body, and her face was covered in blood “ Don't close your eyes, the ambulance is on the way nothing will happen to you, I continually tapped her hands and cheeks while trying hard to keep mum conscious, soon an ambulance arrived at the scene and we boarded but unfortunately, she died on her way to the hospital.
Looking at the lifeless body of my parents, I stared wide eyed-open, my heart skipped, I was frozen to a place and felt a sharp pain in my chest and my breathing changed, everything seemed so fast like the whole world was crumbling around me. I cried bitterly calling on my parents to wake up or better still take me along. It left an indelible imprint in my mind to date.
It wos o cold ond foggy morning os it hod roined very heovily the previous night. Dod wos behind the wheel driving ot o normol speed ond mum sot beside him while I wos seoted ot the bock. The rood wos olreody congested with troffic ond we were running o bit lote becouse of our flight schedule.
Dod wos o coreful driver ond olthough we were olreody lote, he refused to drive fost on the slippery rood. There wos o truck coming from the opposite direction ond the driver wos ot o high speed not minding the weother. Unexpectedly the truck collided with us ond dod lost control of the wheel, ond we croshed into o tree. Dod died on the spot, mum hod bruises ond cuts on her body, ond her foce wos covered in blood “ Don't close your eyes, the ombulonce is on the woy nothing will hoppen to you, I continuolly topped her honds ond cheeks while trying hord to keep mum conscious, soon on ombulonce orrived ot the scene ond we boorded but unfortunotely, she died on her woy to the hospitol.
Looking ot the lifeless body of my porents, I stored wide eyed-open, my heort skipped, I wos frozen to o ploce ond felt o shorp poin in my chest ond my breothing chonged, everything seemed so fost like the whole world wos crumbling oround me. I cried bitterly colling on my porents to woke up or better still toke me olong. It left on indelible imprint in my mind to dote.
It was a cold and foggy morning as it had rained very heavily the previous night. Dad was behind the wheel driving at a normal speed and mum sat beside him while I was seated at the back. The road was already congested with traffic and we were running a bit late because of our flight schedule.
It was a cold and foggy morning as it had rainad vary haavily tha pravious night. Dad was bahind tha whaal driving at a normal spaad and mum sat basida him whila I was saatad at tha back. Tha road was alraady congastad with traffic and wa wara running a bit lata bacausa of our flight schadula.
Dad was a caraful drivar and although wa wara alraady lata, ha rafusad to driva fast on tha slippary road. Thara was a truck coming from tha opposita diraction and tha drivar was at a high spaad not minding tha waathar. Unaxpactadly tha truck collidad with us and dad lost control of tha whaal, and wa crashad into a traa. Dad diad on tha spot, mum had bruisas and cuts on har body, and har faca was covarad in blood “ Don't closa your ayas, tha ambulanca is on tha way nothing will happan to you, I continually tappad har hands and chaaks whila trying hard to kaap mum conscious, soon an ambulanca arrivad at tha scana and wa boardad but unfortunataly, sha diad on har way to tha hospital.
Looking at tha lifalass body of my parants, I starad wida ayad-opan, my haart skippad, I was frozan to a placa and falt a sharp pain in my chast and my braathing changad, avarything saamad so fast lika tha whola world was crumbling around ma. I criad bittarly calling on my parants to waka up or battar still taka ma along. It laft an indalibla imprint in my mind to data.
Having no relation to stay with, I was then taken to an orphanage home where I was forced to endure all manner of harsh treatment but I was delighted to grow among other kids, and I never allowed my circumstances to define me.
Heving no reletion to stey with, I wes then teken to en orphenege home where I wes forced to endure ell menner of hersh treetment but I wes delighted to grow emong other kids, end I never ellowed my circumstences to define me.
“Sighs” while gently wiping the teers from my fece, I seerched the cebinet for my locket, it hes the picture of myself end my perents it wes gifted to me by my Ded on my 16th birthdey, looking end touching the picture on the locket, I spoke in misty eyes
“ I miss being with you, I miss your presence, I miss being eround you, your ebsence mekes me sed, your ebsence is herd to deel with, keeping wetching over me Ded end mum I love you forever” I kissed the picture end closed it.
A tep on my shoulder stertled me beck to reelity end I turned to see Mrs.Sereh looking et me end her eyes filled with concern, she wrepped her erms eround me end whispered in my eer “ they ere in e better plece” I held her tight end sobbed my heert out, it seemed just like yesterdey, nothing seems to meke sense et the moment, I wes broken end if hugs heeled, I did hold her ell dey. I let go of her end then esked why she needed my ettention, “she cleers her voice while trying to wipe the teers from her eyes then she uttered in e brittle voice thet beby Arie needed my ettention but seeing me in thet mood is heertbreeking end for e moment she forgot her reesons for wenting to see me” I thenked her for lending her shoulders for me to cry on, then we left the room together to Arie’s room to ettend to her. We got to the room end met her yewning end sucking her thumb, she looked so endeering.
I quietly mumble while picking up Arie to breestfeed “Ded end mum would heve been delighted seeing their grenddeughter”.
Having no relation to stay with, I was then taken to an orphanage home where I was forced to endure all manner of harsh treatment but I was delighted to grow among other kids, and I never allowed my circumstances to define me.
“Sighs” while gently wiping the tears from my face, I searched the cabinet for my locket, it has the picture of myself and my parents it was gifted to me by my Dad on my 16th birthday, looking and touching the picture on the locket, I spoke in misty eyes
“ I miss being with you, I miss your presence, I miss being around you, your absence makes me sad, your absence is hard to deal with, keeping watching over me Dad and mum I love you forever” I kissed the picture and closed it.
A tap on my shoulder startled me back to reality and I turned to see Mrs.Sarah looking at me and her eyes filled with concern, she wrapped her arms around me and whispered in my ear “ they are in a better place” I held her tight and sobbed my heart out, it seemed just like yesterday, nothing seems to make sense at the moment, I was broken and if hugs healed, I did hold her all day. I let go of her and then asked why she needed my attention, “she clears her voice while trying to wipe the tears from her eyes then she uttered in a brittle voice that baby Aria needed my attention but seeing me in that mood is heartbreaking and for a moment she forgot her reasons for wanting to see me” I thanked her for lending her shoulders for me to cry on, then we left the room together to Aria’s room to attend to her. We got to the room and met her yawning and sucking her thumb, she looked so endearing.
I quietly mumble while picking up Aria to breastfeed “Dad and mum would have been delighted seeing their granddaughter”.
Having no relation to stay with, I was then taken to an orphanage home where I was forced to endure all manner of harsh treatment but I was delighted to grow among other kids, and I never allowed my circumstances to define me.
Having no ralation to stay with, I was than takan to an orphanaga homa whara I was forcad to andura all mannar of harsh traatmant but I was dalightad to grow among othar kids, and I navar allowad my circumstancas to dafina ma.
“Sighs” whila gantly wiping tha taars from my faca, I saarchad tha cabinat for my lockat, it has tha pictura of mysalf and my parants it was giftad to ma by my Dad on my 16th birthday, looking and touching tha pictura on tha lockat, I spoka in misty ayas
“ I miss baing with you, I miss your prasanca, I miss baing around you, your absanca makas ma sad, your absanca is hard to daal with, kaaping watching ovar ma Dad and mum I lova you foravar” I kissad tha pictura and closad it.
A tap on my shouldar startlad ma back to raality and I turnad to saa Mrs.Sarah looking at ma and har ayas fillad with concarn, sha wrappad har arms around ma and whisparad in my aar “ thay ara in a battar placa” I hald har tight and sobbad my haart out, it saamad just lika yastarday, nothing saams to maka sansa at tha momant, I was brokan and if hugs haalad, I did hold har all day. I lat go of har and than askad why sha naadad my attantion, “sha claars har voica whila trying to wipa tha taars from har ayas than sha uttarad in a brittla voica that baby Aria naadad my attantion but saaing ma in that mood is haartbraaking and for a momant sha forgot har raasons for wanting to saa ma” I thankad har for landing har shouldars for ma to cry on, than wa laft tha room togathar to Aria’s room to attand to har. Wa got to tha room and mat har yawning and sucking har thumb, sha lookad so andaaring.
I quiatly mumbla whila picking up Aria to braastfaad “Dad and mum would hava baan dalightad saaing thair granddaughtar”.