Hello To The Little Ones!
This is Malaika and this is my first post in steemkids. Well, stories are something we all love to hear and read. They take us to another imaginative world where things are majorly unusual.
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As a creative writer, I am sharing a short scenario, I hope you will like it.
Inception
“Sometimes the start is very opposite to the end.”
I have finally started writing a diary, after a long consultation it feels nicer to write things down, it really helps. This is Lena Luke. I am a photographer and a senior professor at ‘Saanvi University’ in Istanbul. I once studied here, I had done MSc in IT afterwards I was appointed here first as an assistant then as a senior professor. Besides, all these periods of hardship after my father’s death, by the grace of God, I succeeded in achieving my career. I am the only child of my parents. I live with my mother Clara. She works at a hospital as a Heart Surgeon. I am a social personality yet I have only one best friend named Stacie Stafford, She is a fashion designer. Particularly we are of the same nature and were studying together for the last 15 years. During my University days, Stacie and Liam, Aiden, James, Jackie, Ava, Isabella, Sophia and Meghan in short all were in one batch, Stacie has dark chocolaty brown hair and a dark complexion, I have light brown hair and a fair
complexion. Sophia and Isabella are similar both relatively like us while the rest four boys were Aiden and Liam with a dark complexion while James and Jackie with light skin colour. If I talk about Meghan she has red hair with a wheat skin tone. She is just like all of us but she seems suspicious to me. I don’t know why but a strange feeling comes from her, I don’t know whether only I and Stacie felt this or it’s only our thinking. What could it be? Something’s not fine I am pretty sure perhaps It’s just my thoughts or it can be a reality.
That Incident
“Some twist tends to change the way we think and live-’’
It was a very hot night. I was at home with Stacie. We were having a cup of coffee.
“So, I think Aunt Clara’s health is falling, isn’t it?”
“She’s fine, usually these days she’s coming home late as nowadays she has to do a lot of work due to severe conditions of her patients.”
“Oh, it must be a tiring job, by the way, let’s wait for her then I’ll go to my home”.
“She probably comes at 8 but why hasn’t she arrived yet? She always tells me whenever she is going to be late.”
Suddenly my phone rang, “oh, it's a mom!”
“Lena I’m on my way please don’t open the door for any stranger, ok I’m hanging up” and she ended the call.
My life was going on perfectly but then a catastrophe came to ruin me. We waited and waited all night and we slept in the kitchen waiting. It was nearly dawn when we woke up. A strange feeling was felt by me. It felt like I’m alone in this world perhaps I named it a typical emotion.
I was worried and wanted to cry as my mother hasn’t arrived. “Calm down Lena, Everything’s going to be fine”
Suddenly the telephone rings.
“We are from National Forensic Service, is it Lena Luke”?
“Yes, it’s me” my voice shrieked
“Well, I am really sorry for you as your mother has passed away”
My happiness had been lost somewhere. I couldn’t believe the only person in my life has gone away. My heart as it
has stopped beating, my blood like has drained out, my throat was dry as a desert. A waterfall was flowing from my eyes.
“Are you fine, Lena”? Stacie asked worriedly
“Lena”? “Are you listening”?
My senses were not able to function properly. I fell to the floor. When I woke up I was lying on my bed
“What had happened”?
“You suddenly fainted,” said Stacie sitting beside me. My classmates were also with me, each sitting and looking at me pitifully.
“I am sorry Lena, your mother had died, and she burned in the fire”
Hearing this it felt like my soul has left my body I couldn’t cry, everyone was feeling pity, they showed sympathy towards me. I was ruined. My mother was buried along with my father’s grave.
My destination now has become the graveyard. My weekends and holidays were now spending in sorrow.
While Staring at the graves of my loved ones
“Look what I have done to myself, Father?”
“Look mother, look at my health”
I have become so perfect in grieving, I usually become statue for hours at certain times of days. I couldn’t cry like other girls do, tears only roll down my cheeks.
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