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pitbull
Kim Salone
Australia, NSW, Sydney

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HOW LIFE ROLLS

HOW LIFE ROLLS

I remember when we were children, seems like so long ago. We used to run up the stairs all the way to the 12th floor, only to sunbake on the roof top. You used to call me from the balcony: “Meki, Meki, the lunch is ready”. I remember your voice like it was yesterday. But that is when nice memories stop. All I remember after that, is your funeral. An open coffin and my father crying. I kissed you and it seemed like you were asleep, you were so peaceful. I had no tears left. I had locked myself in a cupboard for two days prior to you leaving. Big, black cockroaches were crawling all over me. I cried and cried. I knew you would leave me soon. Nothing mattered anymore. You were my icon, my protector. You were my only grandmother. You thought me honesty and never to give up. I was only 12. That horrible morning, my father shivered with sweat in his sleep. Then he woke up and with tears in his eyes, told us the bad news. We all hugged and cried together. Then the phone rang. It was all confirmed. You have departed this world and gone somewhere where you would be happier. After the funeral we were leaving the city. I turned back and waived to you just like I used to. I know you were standing there even though I couldn’t see you. We have got every red light possible as if you did not want us to leave.
Life goes on. Few years later we left the country for good.
We struggled for a while but we never stopped, we never looked back.
Nearly 10 years later I met this guy. He seemed like a very nice and genuine guy. But I have trust issues. Things seem too good to be true to me. So I decided to play lotto. If I wan anything at all, it is a sign. So I did, I played in a small Chinese newsagency and a man at the counter said “ Goo Luk” with that strong accent. I just smiled, it meant a lot.
Then we had a date. We talked for ages and ages then we seemed to touch the subject on our grandparents. Oh My God, I started crying hysterically. I just remembered my dream. This man just triggered my memory and helped me remember something so important. I was so emotional then.
I was back overseas. Walking those same stairs again. But there was nobody there. The building was abandoned, stairs dusty and old. It was dark and cold. I kept climbing up and then approaching the 5th floor, I saw this bright light coming from under the door. I stopped and just stood there. The door opened. I saw my grandma again. She was standing there so tall and beautiful in her prime youth. She smiled. She passed me her thoughts. She said to say hello to my mum, dad and sister. She also said she was happy. She told me to listen to my soul and I will never go wrong. We spoke without even speaking. The light went off and I woke up. I remembered nothing.
I knew she was there now. I knew I can trust this man. I have also won $20 on lotto. All in the same day.
It has been over 4 years now. My man is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I know you are watching over me grandma. I know now you have never left me. I love you

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chelseyam Comment by: chelseyam - 2008-05-13 11:39
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