Lola’s Fantastic Adventures and Dreams (Part 2)
The Mocking Tree
I’m not so good with telling lies and truths, I’m a little bit in between. Sugarcoating has never been my strongest suit and trust me when I say, I’ve had my fair share of troubles with this mouth. So, allow me to tell you a story and it’s totally up to you if you choose to believe it or not. I’ll spare you much of the details, let’s do the specifics only. The year was 2013, it was around this time of the year or the month of Love as they call it. I don’t know who particularly thought it was the smartest idea to call it that- heavens! I hope it wasn’t the French. Anyways, as my story goes, it was a lovely and sweet afternoon. I spent 20 minutes looking out the window, admiring the fire tree then I realized something. Can you believe the audacity of this tree to dress up for the occasion meanwhile there I was in my long black coat mourning? In my grief, the tree had mocked me so I made a promise to myself that one day, I’d set it to flames until it’s fiery red leaves disintegrate into ashes. Unfortunately, Feb 14, 2013, wasn’t that day. That day was reserved for my grieving period. I wasn’t really crying over someone’s death, just a loved one that I never got to have. You might be confused at this point. If you’ve never been a high school student during Valentine's Day then you might just be the luckiest person on earth. But I’m not as lucky as you and every year I had to sit by that window and pretend to drown out the high pitched shrills of girls receiving flowers and chocolates. Don’t mistake it for jealousy, I wasn’t envious of the gifts I was just…. Well, I was half expecting a really hot Jean Reno to burst through the door with a bouquet of red roses and a basket of milk chocolates.
Ps: As I’m telling you this, I’m in my traditional grieving outfit standing outside a pale moonlit sky. Any minute now, I’m about to set fire to the mocking tree. Wish me luck :)