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Vincent(Flash Fiction)

Published April 12, 2014 by ladyserenity92

I don’t know how they came. They were streaks of light that fell from the sky. If memory serves me right, they were shooting stars. I never thought that shooting stars were signs of hope; nor would I ever believe that one day I would look back to see how those same shooting stars would stay with me long after they disappeared.

I was eleven-years old. I lived in Harlem, New York with my mother and twin brother, Norman in the year 1956. My dad died in War World II after the liberation. I never knew Dad, except in pictures of him with Mother.

Mother never married Dad. Mother always said that it could’ve been wonderful living a fairy-tale life with him. Dad was a German pastor who spoke fluent English at Mom’s church. In fact, he was her Au Pair growing up.

Back then, wealthy blacks manage to get by on their own; choosing education over money. In the photograph, Mother was happy in her swimsuit. On the beach with Dad, she was brown-skinned with black curly hair. Dad on the other hand had an alabaster complexion, thinning blonde hair and freckles.

I was so curious about Dad. I wanted to know more about him. I took Dad’s picture off the centerpiece and brought it over to Mom.

“When I first met him, his sliver eyes sparkled like stars,” she replied.

“Daddy had sliver eyes?”

Mom smiled a nostalgic smile.

“Your father was like a prince from a fairy tale. In fact, when I was twelve, he would tell me a story about the shooting stars. In the story, he once said that every time you see a shooting star, your wish will come true. After the shooting stars fade away, you will see an ugly rock in your path.

“Remember this, when you hear a voice that tells you to pick up that rock, turn it over and see the beauty that rock has.”

It was yesterday on my way to school that I saw an ‘ugly’ rock. I wanted to hit the boys bullying me with it. For some reason, I didn’t want to.

 

That night, out my window I saw them. Shooting stars soaring across the sky. As I watched the night sky, my brother was fast asleep.  Stars filled with hope and dreams, soaring across the night sky.

 

Saturday morning came. My brother was still stuck in bed and Mother was getting ready for her house cleaning job. I told her about the shooting stars.

“Vincent,’ she sighed. “Now you know it’s just a story. I stopped believing in shooting stars when Dad died. Now, don’t get too hopeful. Stay grounded.”

Talking to Norman about the shooting stars was a big no-no!

 

I left the apartment, discouraged. I came across the ‘ugly’ rock that I hated.

“Pick it up.” A voice told me.

I picked up the rock and turned it over.

And sure enough, they were gems inside the ‘ugly’ rock.

The End

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Be my Valentine

Published February 14, 2014 by ladyserenity92

“No fair,you cheated!” “No, you cheated!” The arguement was going on at the school yard between a girl and boy. The two children had played a game of cards. In the middle of the game, someone had peeked at the girl’s cards. “You cheated and you know it!” The girl continued. “I didn’t cheat!” The boy shouted. The girl now had her hand in a fist.
“You’re dead, Ming Park!” The boy resonded, “Bring it on Kim Oh!” The girl was about to throw a sucker punch at the boy, but someone grabbed her hand from behind. The girl turned around and saw the teacher, Mr.Cho. “What is worng with you kids?” he asked tersey.

My Friend Mimi (esp.4)

Published November 29, 2011 by ladyserenity92

That next day was day of the festival. You and your sister got dressed up and ready for that special day. Your sister wore a tank top and jeans; while you wore your sailor clothes. You examined yourself in the bathroom mirror. You noticed how short your hair was cut. .

You know what I think? When you were ten you always wanted short hair just like the girls in the teen and tween magazines you’ve liked so much. Your grandma once said that girls having short hair and boys having long hair was a sign of rebellion. You never stopped to think about a rebellion. Short hair for girls and long hair for boys was very popular back than. To me you looked lovely with short hair.

You and your sister finished up just as the door bell rang. Both you and your sister raced over to the door. You beat your sister to the door. You turned the doorknob and in front of you was Mimi with a man standing next to her. The man had red hair and wore blue jeans and a KISS t-shirt. You and your sister blushed as the man smiled warmly.

Mimi saw the glow on you and your sister’s face.

“This is my teacher, Mr. Hall,” Mimi introduced the man. “Mr. Hall this is Jesse and her sister Liora.”

Your sister studied Mr. Hall from head to toe. As she looked at him from head to toe, she felt her heart pounding. It pounded so fast, you thought that your sister would die happy in front of you.

Mr. Hall was a doll. In your mind you wished Mimi’s teacher would be your boyfriend. He was a rare blue rose. No wonder why your sister was crazy about him.

Mr. Hall saw your sister and smiled again.

“Hi, Roland.” Your sister replied gently.

“Hello, Jessica.” Mr. Hall returned. “Parker’s waiting for us in the car. we don’t want to be late, so we better get a move on. The parking spaces get full this time of year.”

“Yes,” your sister said, still blushing like a tomato. “Let’s go, Sis.”

You met Mimi’s brother Parker. He was seven and was three years younger than Mimi. Parker had a phobia of girls and women as you found out when you tried to shake his hand. He turned his back to you. He was afraid and didn’t know you.

I hope you don’t hold a grudge to Mimi’s bother or towards other men and boys. Most people are like that. Most times some people change. (I said ‘some’; not all.) Maybe thirty years later you and Parker are getting along very well. And Parker is Mimi’s brother, after all.

Mr. Hall got to the festival on schedule and was fortunate to find a parking space. You got out of the car with everybody else and walked to the entrance of the festival gate. You and the others notice that there wasn’t as many people flooding the festival as the last time. The reason why was because there was a recession in New Jersey that spread all the world like a virus. Most people stayed home because they couldn’t afford to have fun.

That was one of the many reasons that your sister and your parents were giving you less allowance money.

By the gates of the entrance, two men were hitting on your sister.

“Look but don’t touch, boys.” Your sister rebuked.

“Ignore them,” Mr. Hall told her, “They don’t know that they have females in the family and treat women as pieces of meat.”

During the festival, you never let Mr. Hall nor your sister out of your sight. You, Mimi and Parker was in awe when you saw Mr. Hall holding your sister’s hand.

Your sister asked the three of you, “What ride do you guys want to go on first?”

“The Ferris wheel!” You all cried in unison.

“The Ferris Wheel it is! Let’s go.”

“Um, couldn’t we go on a different ride besides the Ferris wheel?” Mr. Hall asked. Mr Hall looked pale.

“Ferris Wheel!”You all said again.

The line to the Ferris wheel was long, but it was worth the wait. The rainbow steel and neon lights; it was like a dream machine. There are two rules about riding a Ferris wheel:

  1. You can’t ride the Ferris wheel by yourself.
  2. Someone has to ride with you.

Once you have a partner on the wheel, that partner becomes your friend or lover. Your mom always told you stories about meeting your dad on the Ferris wheel. And two months later your mom and dad got married. After the next group of people got off it was you, your sister and your friends turn.

As the five of you got inside and sat down, the man closed the door tight. The ride went up to the top. Down below the festival was a glow of lights, with the sound of music. Mr. Hall glanced far into the nightly heavens of the milky way. Mr. Hall was deep into his thoughts.

“Mr. Hall, what are you thinking about?” Mimi questioned.

Still watching, Mr. Hall spoke. “I’m reflecting back to when I was a boy. I was young and had freedom when I rode the Ferris wheel. It was my father, my mother, my three sisters and me on the wheel at the amusement park. This may be the last time I get to enjoy this freedom.”

You and everyone that was with you wanted to know what the true meanings of Mr. Hall’s words.

It was at the moment that Mr. Hall turned his glance to your sister.

When Mr. Hall looked into your sister’s brown eyes, his eyes were shining with tears.

Mr. Hall, are we ever going to see you again? Are you going to be alive to see Jesse? You said to yourself voiceless.

“Jessica,” Mr. Hall began, “from the first moment I saw you standing at the church, I knew that you were the only one that would be the one girl that would be my one and only. I knew it deep in my heart that we would be together. You were so pure and innocent. But the rumor that was started by Tonya soon went out of control.

“It was the lies of a twelve year old girl that made me hate you. On that day you opened the church doors, I saw you. In rage, I threw a bucket of holy water at you.  I should’ve gave you a chance to speak instead of a rumor to speak for itself. I was out of town when the rumor happened.

To Be Continued/Stayed Tuned

My Friend Mimi (Esp.2)

Published November 27, 2011 by ladyserenity92

The next day Joy’s mom woke you and Mimi up for brunch. You still like brunch, don’t you? You had Belgian waffles and Dunkin Donut bagels. Mimi had a bagel with cream cheese, jam and lox on top. You viewed Mimi as she munched on her bagel. You wanted to know how a bagel with cream cheese, jam, and lox taste like, so you mirrored her bagel and took a bit of it. It turned out it tasted good. With a glance in her eye, Mimi knew you liked the bagel.

“I never meet anyone else in New Jersey besides me and my grandpa who would eat a bagel like that.”

The bagel was so good that you and Mimi decided to help yourselves to another one. Along with a Dunkin Donut.

After brunch Mimi asked Mrs. Trenton if she could help with the dishes and cleaning up.

Mrs. Trenton replied, “I don’t see why not, dear. But I do wish my daughter was just like you.”

Joy stuck her tongue out at Mimi  after her mom said that.

You didn’t want Mimi to clean alone, so you volunteered to help Mimi out.

In the middle of washing and drying the dishes, Mimi and you sang to the music on the radio. You two dance and sang to the music on the radio.

Hey baby! Someone’s calling your name.

I want to take you out to the picture show, or maybe to the ice cream/candy store.

Why don’t you give me a call.

Only you can unlock the lock to my heart.

Hurry, my baby!

If you don’t give me a call, I will give you a scolding that will make you drop on the floor.*

Ring, Ring!

You and Mimi laughed so hard that you almost crashed the plate you had in your hand on the floor.

You both heard a car horn blow outside. Mrs. Trenton called, “Liora, your sister’s here to take you home!”

You replied,”tell her I’ll be right out!”

As you began to leave, Mimi stopped you on your way. “I have to give you my number.” Mimi spotted a note pad and pen on the counter. You both rushed over to the counter and exchanged each others phone numbers. You gave Mimi a hug and told her that you’ll see her again.

On the car ride home, your sister Jesse asked, “How was it at Joy’s?”

You told her, “It was okay. I’ve met a girl at the party.”

“You did?’

“Yep. Her name’s Mimi Kim.”

Your sister stopped the car abruptly. “Oh, my goodness! That’s Matthew Kim’s daughter.She was at the party. Oh, my. Liora, that’s wonderful.”

In the ten years of your life, you never had a real friend. Sure you had some goldfish, stuffed toys, your sister and other adults as friends; but you never had a kid your own age as a friend. To have a friend of your own was a static shock to your sister.

Your sister went on, “I’m so glad that you met Mimi. The poor thing. I met Mimi and her family at the diner last Christmas. Mimi’s dad told me that she was lonely and didn’t have any friends. If she did, they only liked her for her money. One time a girl became friends with Mimi and her family. Mimi found out that the girl was stealing things from her and her family. Mimi told her parents and the girl was U.S. history.

“Kids treat Mimi like gum on the sidewalk. I don’t know why, but Mimi’s a nice girl. If people overlook someone like Mimi, it’s their loss. I was just like Mimi. When I was eleven, a girl(that I thought was my best friend) spread a rumor that I had slept with the pastor’s fifteen year old son and had an abortion. When I met the boy at church, he threw a bucket of water at me. He called me a lousy chit and told me to leave him alone.

“Turns out that the girl had a crush on the pastor’s son, and that the boy liked me more than her. We’re no longer friends because of the incident, since the guy hates me now. I can’t forgive her and don’t even want to try. I never spoke to her again”

You thought about the boy that your sister lost. You asked your sister, “What was the boy’s name?”

Your sister replied, “Roland Hall. Saying his name sounds lusty.”

You swap your sister as you laughed. You both laughed as you rode home

To Be Continued/Stayed Tuned

*In some cultures, if a male yells at a girl (using bad words), it is a form of disrespect.

My friend Mimi (Unfinished)

Published November 22, 2011 by ladyserenity92

The ‘piece’ in this story has yet to be finished! Sometimes a little improvement is better than no improvement at all. The story will be finished momentary.

From: the me in 2008

To :the me in 2037

Hello me. How are you? Do you know who the author of the letter you found buried in the ground under the cherry tree is? Your heart must be flutteringas you read this letter. I am you from thirty years ago. When you get this letter and the photograph of the two little girls, you are 40 years old. I hope you won’t forget the two little girls who are smiling and holding hands. You made a pact together that you two would live together in a house with a garden and two dogs.

The reason you two made that promise to each other was that you loved each other like sisters. As you see in the picture, I still believe that in thirty years’ time that you and Mimi are still friends. You loved Mimi Kim because she’s your best friend. In fact, she’s your only friend, and she may be the only friend that you’ll ever have. If you have time to read this letter, dearest me, I’ll tell you how you met her.

 

It was spring of 2007 when you were home making dinner with your older sister Jesse. You must remember that when you were about seven, your mom and dad decided to get a divorce. Your mom and dad couldn’t be happy living together for different reasons. They tried everything to make their relationship work out.  Sadly, it didn’t work out the way they hoped it would. And so your parents made the decision to get a divorce.

At the courthouse, you got the twist of your life that would make you brown hair curl. Your parents told the Justice of the court to arrange for your sister to take care of you and have custody. Your sister Jesse was hit by the news. You were glad that your parents made the decision. It was that since your dad was going to Canada with his jazz band, and your mom was moving to Israel for good, your parents couldn’t take them with you, so they gave your sister the chance to raise you.

I know that your sister Jesse had raised you up into a young woman. In fact, it was her that helped you meet Mimi.

 

You were throughwith dinner when your sister got home. Your sister checked the mail on the kitchen counter. It was there that an envelope in the trash can caught her eye. In a quick act, your sister rescued the envelope from the trash, brushed off the crumbs, and brought the envelope with her. As you sat down at the table to eat, your sister  slid the envelope in fornt of you.

“What was this doing in the trash, Mademoiselle?” your sister asked tersely. When your sister used ‘Mademoiselle’, you were in the pits.

It’s just a stupid contest notice.” You lied.

Your sister, like most sisters, can tell when their brother or sister is lying. Your sister unsealed the envelope in front of you.

“Methinks its an invitation to a certain party of a tween witch that you don’t like. Say, Miss Joy Trenton?” Your sister opened the envelope and plucked out the invitation. “Well, what do you know! It is.”

It was an invitation to Joy Trenton’s slumber party. When you were ten, you and Joy Trenton never got along. You never knew why Joy was so cold and mean to you, and why you fought all the time. Have you and Joy reconciled and became friends again thirty years later? And is Mimi with you two having tea and rum cake?

Your sister examined the invitation, reading every line.

You explained, “It’s just a bunch of snobby kids who want to flash and flaunt their rich toys and have an ego contest. I’m going to be the only pauper kid with a cassette/CD player, a second hand Sailor Moon night grown, and a Power Rangers book bag. It’s a set up to trick me. I’m going to be their pawn.”

Your sister looked at you and thought for a moment. That was when she set down her answer.

“I have to work late at the diner on Saturday, and you can’t stay by yourself (too boring). You’ll find a friend at the slumber party. And besides, you need a friend. Why don’t you call Miss Trenton on your pocket phone and tell her that you’ll be coming to her party.”

“I’m not going!” you announced, putting your foot down.

Your sister attacked back with her foot on the floor. “Oh, yes you are.”

 

At the end you made the call to Joy Trenton. On Saturday you were at the slumber party. When you got there, almost half the girls snub you; even Joy. You thought you would never get along with anybody at the party.

That night  you  watched a movie, eating fried cheese and fried eggplant with the other girls. You were  in the middle of eating, when a voice spoke, “Um, you have some sauce on your face.” You turned your eyes and was faced with a bright-eyed girl that was your age. The girl had cocoa-brown hair and light brown skin. And she wore red Chinese silk pajamas. The girl was kind enough to hand you a napkin.

As you wiped your face, you sneezed right in the napkin. The girl chuckled light-heartily. “Bless you,” she said. Then she asked you what your name was.

“I’m Liora. What’s yours?”

“I’m  Mimi Kim.” You were a little surprised when she told you her name. When Mimi saw the look on your face, she read your mind.

“My daddy’s Koren and my mom’s Black. It’s not too common that two people fall in love and get married. My daddy’s a Catholic with Buddhist relatives and mom’s an atheist. As for me, I’m a Catholic girl  since I’m closer to my daddy.”

You told Mimi that your mom was Jewish and your dad was German—Italian. You explained that when your dad married your mom and brought her home to meet his parents, his parents flipped when they saw your mom and at the news that they got married. Your parents were eighteen. Your dad made the decision to leave home to be with your mom.

Mimi told you her story about her parents. Her dad came from South Korea to attend university in America. It was when he met Mimi’s mom while attending. In the middle of the semester, they fell in love. When Mimi’s mom became pregnant, her dad made the decision to marry the mother of his child. After the wedding, Mimi’s dad called his father about the news.

“You did the right thing, son.” his dad said.

At 20 years old, Mimi’s parents both had to grow up.

Mimi’s parents finished university with high honors. On August 10th, (two months after the graduation) Mimi’s sister Yu was born.

After her story, you and Mimi went back to watching the movie.

That night as everyone was asleep, you and Mimi talked about what was on your minds. You talked about your sister and how she worked at the diner as a waitress. Mimi told you that her dad was C.E.O of a toy company.

“My daddy is a nice man,” Mimi said, “Bows all the time; a little strict most of the time. He said that I remind him of my sister. I don’t remember Yu-Yu that much. She died when I was a baby. My brother Parker doesn’t know our sister. He wasn’t born yet and never got to know her. All we have left of her are her photographs, her memory alter, and an urn with her ashes.”

“Your sister must have been nice, the way you talk about her.” you said. “Jesse is my only sister. If something happened to her, I’d crack up. I wish I could’ve known your sister, Mimi. Mimi?”

By Mimi’s profile, she was asleep. While she slept, you admired her like she was a princess. “Good night, Mimi.” you whispered to her. That night you slept by Mimi’s side, dreaming about Mimi’s sister. The sister that You’ll never know.

To Be Continued/Stayed tuned! 

Little Butterfly (Book review)

Published August 22, 2011 by ladyserenity92

I’ve read the omnibus version of Little Butterfly by manga-ka Hinako Takanaga. The graphic novel is about 15-year old junior high student Yuki Kojima and his first brush of young love with the lonely Atsushi Nakahara. The coming-of-age romantic omnibus graphic novel is sexy, dramatic, and poetic.

The graphic novel is a romantic coming of age story about two young men who make the leap of faith into the adulthood of love.  Between the two, the young men make a pact to leave their childhood behind and engage into forbidden love. In the novel, the butterflies represent their short-life of childhood as their school days come to an end.  There’s  graphic homoerotic bed scenes in the picture novel.  It’s best that teens 14+ have a go at it.

In the era of gay-bashings and lack of respect, tolerance and love; once you have read  Little Butterfly, your heart will open and you’ll be flying on air like a butterfly without wings.

Now at bookstores, online and your local libaray!

Go for broke!

Such Sweet Sorrow (chap.14)

Published December 26, 2009 by ladyserenity92

After a brief hiatus, Such Sweet Sorrow returns. The countdown to the series finale now begins. Enjoy the countdown to the final chapter.

My family was morning the lost of Anna. T.R. and Jordan took it very hard over losing Anna. They turned to me and asked a lot of questions on why Anna killed herself and would she go to Hell for what she done. I was too upset to say anything to my brother and sister. I got up from the couch and went over to Vladimir’s place to have a talk with him.

I came to Vladimir’s door and rang the doorbell. The door open and Vladimir fixed his eyes on me.

“I’m sorry, I can’t have company,” he told me. “I’ll come over to your cousin’s house and give you, your brother and your sister Anna’s things.”

“I just wanted to talk to you,” I answered.

“Butterfly, you were a good friend to my sister. I thank you so much for loving her; I just don’t see it in the best time for me to talk to you. I’m not trying to be mean-hearted; now is a bad time to talk to me. I have to plan for Anna’s funereal and tell my parents the news about Anna’s death. I’ll bring the boxes to Mr. Raymond’s house. I think you should join your family. They need you now to get through the loss of  my sister.”

Before I could say anything, Vladimir shut the door. I walked back to my cousin’s house and to the front step. Halfway to the porch, I felt a raindrop on my cheek. Soon more raindrops came pouring down. I looked up into the sky and let myself get soak in the rain. When I was a little girl, my nana always told me that when someone has died and it starts to rain, God and his angels cry because they are happy that someone has come to Heaven to join them; and sad because the person’s life has come to an end on Earth.

Cousin Ray came outside in the rain to bring me inside. “Butterfly, you must come inside! You’ll get sick if you stay out in this rain.”

I saw my cousin and felt tears running down my face.

“It isn’t fair,” I told him. “She was my friend! I just don’t understand why she killed herself when everybody loved her. I hate Anna for what she did. It just doesn’t make any sense, Ray! It isn’t fair.”

Cousin Ray held me in his arms and held me close to his chest. “I know it isn’t, honey,” he whispered. Cousin Ray let me cry in the pouring rain until I was through. Soaked from the rain, we went back inside the house.

Back inside, Miss Carla made Cousin Ray and me take hot baths and change into a pair of dry clothes. After the hot baths and change of clothes, Miss Carla grabbed both our clothes from both bathrooms and threw them into the dryer. To prevent us from catching summer colds, Miss Carla gave both of us each a mug full of hot chicken noodle soup. I didn’t have much of an appetite, so I sat my mug down. I heard a few raps on the front door as Miss Carla breezed out of the kitchen to answer it. Miss Carla opened the door. It was Vladimir with the boxes of Anna’s things. Vladimir came inside and saw Cousin Ray and me as he sat the boxes down on the floor in the corner.

I stood up as Vladimir went over to me. Vladimir faced me and began to speak. “I came over here to say goodbye,” he told me softly. “After my parents return, I’m leaving Orangeburg. There’s nothing here that can make me stay, so I’m leaving.”

Cousin Ray spoke up,” where will you go? You’re so young and your parents need you. There are some things that can make you stay.”

“There isn’t much for me here, Ray! I have to go. I have to tell my parents that I’m leaving and never coming back. I don’t want to share the same fate as my sister. This is goodbye.”

Turning back to me, he said, “I know that I was hard on you the first time I meet you. You brought my sister so much happiness in her short life. She was indeed a butterfly. I’ll never forget you, Butterfly.” Vladimir held my face on kissed my birthmark. Without looking back, he walked away, opened the front door and went out into the rain. Cousin Ray and I watched Vladimir go.

It was the first (and last) time that I got to meet Vladimir. After Vladimir gave the news to his parents overseas about Anna’s death, they were heartbroken over the loss of their only daughter. Three days later, Anna was cremated and her ashes were placed in a family plot in a cemetery.

There was no funeral.

As for Vladimir, after his parents were discharged from the Army, he kept his word and left home. After leaving Orangeburg, Vladimir went to California to start a new life. There was a rumor that Vladimir got arrested for selling drugs because he was homeless and in poverty. In truth, I never knew what became of Vladimir after he left home. Cousin Ray tried to find him on the cyber line. After many empty searches, he gave up. I never heard from him again.

After Cousin Ray handed me Anna’s box, I left the den and retreated upstairs to my room. Alone in my room, I carried the box over to my bed and sat it down. I lifted the lid off the box and studied the contents inside. Inside was some books, handwritten notes; some CDs, a portable Blu-Ray player, a few DVDs, and the tape recorder that Anna used to record that day at the mansion.

I took the tape recorder out of the box and sat down on my bed. With the tape recorder in my hand, I pressed the play button, hoping to find the answer on why Anna took her life. With the tape recorder on, Anna’s voice began to speak:

Can you hear me? I hope you can. Ever since I brought this tape recorder, I always wanted to recorder my life so that the next generation can know what’s on the mind of a typical teenager. I want to say a few words to you about my life. I don’t know much about my early life; I was born in a small town called Sliver patch, New Hampshire. I went to school and met a few friends in junior high. It was at that time I met Mercy True. Mercy True was a girl that I liked so much. We often hung out together. I was ever so grateful to have her as a friend. It was a month later that Mercy moved away. I never cried so much in my life. I turned to my other friends for comfort; I don’t know what came over them, but they all turned cold toward me. I was all alone with no friends.

I started taking after school classes to ease my time. I wanted to get away from all the loneliness that was weighing me down. When I turned thirteen, my parents decided that moving to the South was the best way to get out of the city. I was heartbroken that my family had to move to another town. I thought that the South would be boring.

Moving to our new house, I saw Mr. Quidame and his housekeeper, Miss Carla. Mr. Quidame invited us into his house for hot apple cider and sugar cookies. It was a cold autumn day. Mr. Quidame spoke to me and my brother. Mr. Quidame told my parents that they will like it here in Orangeburg. ‘If you need anything, just call me,’ Mr. Quidame told them.

As Anna explained her life, I got to know things about her that she never told me. How she liked marshmallow cream with her Oreo’s; how she ran to Cousin Ray when she had a fight with Vladimir. To me, Anna had a wonderful life. If she were alive, I would had told her that she didn’t have a life yet and that she should go on living, even when things are tough.

As Anna kept speaking on the tape recorder, I felt her spirit touching my heart. I continued to listen to my dead friend’s haunting words on the tape recorder:

   I know that I may never meet you or see your face. But I want you to know that I am just like you. Although we are of a different world, I love you. If I’m gone from this world, remember that when I was alive, I was a girl who was a loving and kind spirit. I hope that you will turn out to be the best kindhearted person who ever lived. I love you. Anna Knight.

There was silence after that. I reflected back on the first day that I met Anna. How she gave me her books; the way she smiled her lovely smile. Anna was an angel that touched the life of me and my family. I’ll never forget Anna. Anna was more than my friend, she was my sister.

That night I asked T.R. and Jordan to choose a few things of Anna’s to keep and a few to burn. After choosing the things to burn, we went outside and held a memorial. My family and Miss Carla were outside for the memorial. We said a prayer and gave a few words about Anna. We laughed and cried a little; we even sang songs that Anna liked.

The moment came for the burning. Daddy brought the box that had Anna’s things inside and placed it in front of me. It was an old custom that when someone died, their cherished possessions would be burnt and be sent to the other side for the person to claim.

“Let’s get this over with,” I announced.

I reached into my handbag and pulled out a bottle of nail polish remover. I unscrewed the cap and poured the liquid onto the box. I stepped back as Cousin Ray set the box ablaze. I watched my family retreat inside as I watched the fire. Cousin Ray saw me and placed his arm around me. We stood as the fire burned, turning the box of Anna’s things into ash.

“Anna meant a lot to everyone,” Cousin Ray told me, “it was a shame that we never got to tell her that or thank her when she was alive.”

I watched the fire swallowing up the box in my cousin’s side embrace. I wept as the box turned into ashes. Cousin Ray held me in his arms and brushed away my tears with his handkerchief. After the fire died out and the ashes remained, we went back inside the house. Anna was gone, and I now I had to go on the road of life without her.

To be continued/Stay Tuned!

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