Feathers

    Quite an exciting day... Little Forest and her grandparents jumped in the sky-colored car and drove to the nearby city. They got to its outskirts, in a neighborhood with closely gathered houses and narrow alleys. The family went to a particular house, walked to the backyard, and there she was: a female dog and her puppies. A decision was made to pick the one white as milk cream, also a female. Soon, the little dog fell asleep on the back seat of the car. A soft luminous bundle on the reddish upholstery.

    What a joy for Little Forest to grow up with such a creature! Finishing  kindergarten, the girl was ready for first grade. She would just wait to come back from school and play with her dog. They called her Pearl,   as she was nothing less than a lively bright spot moving quickly through the grass, when running happily and freely around the house. Pearl was the beauty of the neighborhood, a shorter breed with a foxy face and fluffy tail curled up like a bagel.  

    Kids from the street were flocking to Little Forest's house to play with the dog. Sometimes, they put away dolls and dressed up the little animal with a cap and a tunic, trying to give her a ride in a pram. For a little bit Pearl was in a state of confusion and seemed to accept the pretend play, but then she ran like mad and hide. 

    "These crazy kids...," or who knows what was in her little head...?

    What else the grandmother could do for her only grandchild...? She took her to ballet classes. So, for months the girl practiced different leg positions and movements because a dance show was already scheduled as an opening of the winter season. All the while the women spent her time sewing a ballet dress for the girl, with feathery skirt and a shoulder bow. The performance went well, and the woman was pleased to see her granddaughter's first ballet steps-- a little swan; indeed, life seemed beautiful and special like a swan on a lake... 

    Shortly after, one day at girl's school, her dad popped out at an odd hour and picked her up:

    "You know...your grandmother...she went to Haven...like a feather..."

    The sudden disappearance of the woman who raised the girl with so much love, care, and beauty was too harsh for Little Forest, and she cried rivers. But life has its enticing ways as it carries one through, and the gir's journey just being started, she went along. When summer came, things were trying to be normal. 

    Little Forest was hanging out with some girls in the village, when a gipsy woman passed by in a wooden carriage and uttered some words loudly, as a strange call towards the child. Little Forest did not quite understand the message, but it was something about a dog and a car. At home, she heard it:

    "Pearl ran towards the wheels and was hit...she gave her last breath quickly... like a feather... She is with  grandma now...maybe she felt alone up there and wanted a pet near, you know..."

    A new school year started for Little Forest, but some activities changed...

    "No, I do not want any ballet...I've lost my feathers and it's very, very cold..."


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  1. AnonymousJuly 5, 2023 at 2:22 AM

    Uff, intens. Nici nu știu ce sa mai zic. Doar ca sunt uimit. Ca deși ai trecut prin atâtea pierderi ai rămas o fire deschisă la sensibilitățile spiritului.

    David

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    1. cara forestieriJuly 5, 2023 at 8:25 PM

      Acum scriu detasat, nu mai simt nicio durere. Incercarile modeleza, chiar imbogatesc. Depinde cum te raportezi.
      Cu toate ca am avut parte de aceasta bunica doar 6 ani, impactul a fost puternic. Si ea la randul ei a trecut prin pierderi, dar a ales sa raspunda cu frumos, si iubire. Si acum mai apare cineva sa-mi spuna ceva de ea. A lasat in urma ceva ce nu s-a stins.

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