The call of the Lake!
By vigauth
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Here, i was, the prodigal daughter home after a long span of 10 years. one would think, i have come here from my office in the evening, the way all at home,just glanced up from whatever they were doing to mumble, maybe a half hear ted hi! or a feeble smile.
My so- called relatives have always been like this, and me like a third wheel of a spoke or something, i forgot the idiom.
I had thought things would probably be different, this time around. Is there, no one really happy to see me? forgot about waiting for me.
One would thing, all these years of indifference to have hardened my resolve. Nothing they do should have hurt me this bad.
Strolling up to my, room, the view of the smoky lake from my window, seems to call out me. The whistling breeze also seems to whisper in my ears.
One week, i would have to last out one more week in this cold place, to attend to my grandmother's funeral and the will reading that was to follow.
Thoughts went on to my only happy moments at this house, that i spent with, my grandma, Seth and Julie my cousins. My only friends and confidantes from the age of four. Not to mention, my age old crush for my handsome, smart teenage cousin.
We had had lots of fun, until that unfortunate incident, when Julie, died, falling into the lake, she could not swim.
she had done it, because i had dared her to. Since, then i have not been welcome here at " The Hall' as we call it.
Five years. How did i relate to five years of cold indifference or even hatred? Even, my friend Seth seemed to have turned his back on me.
Coming back from my reminiscences, i found my self by the lake, as it called out to me. The beckoning, was so strong, that i continued to walk into it, not worried that i seemed to be entering more and more deep farther out in the lake.
Here, i know i will find solace, and friendship. Here is someone, who has been waiting my arrival for a long long time.
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