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Sunday, April 12, 2009
A Dream What if...... You wake up one day realizing you are no longer the daughter of the family you've know for 20 years? The secret past hidden from your knowledge...should have remained in darkness. But during your 21st birthday, a mysterious box was air-freight to you. It contained momentos collected across 5 continents - A baseball cap from South Africa, perfume from France, postcards of the beautiful Alps in Switzerland and Japan's Mount Fuji, a Mexican hat, Korean yin-yang fan, and a surfboard keychain that says 'Surfers' Paradise'. Your parents have decided to tell you the truth, in front of big brother and your very closest aunts and uncles. In a cramp but cosy apartment that you have called home for the past 21 years. The truth is brought to light. "Whether you want to accept the truth and return to your real biological family, or decide to continue living with us - is entirely up to you. You are now master of your own fate." Proclaimed mama and papa. A decision? To be made....by myself? Independently? Can I...decide...to live in denial that all these didn't really happen?... I am the decision maker now. And I rather not have to face all of these. Allow me...to stay in this state of liminality. Limbo. Please. . . . Listening to my brother playing the works of Chopin on the piano. Echoing. The beautiful sound of Chopin echoing through the entire apartment block. The water of the swimming pool below distills a certain tranquillity, cooling the hot churning of my heart. The next day comes. Everything returns to normal, or so it seems. Has it been just a dream? I've prayed so hard that night for it to just be a dream, a joke, or an illusion. Did God really answer my prayer? What a gorgeous Sunday morning! 8am till 8.30am. The warmth of sunshine penetrates the cool air. Just like any other Sunday mornings my family would spend together. Ate toasted bread for breakfast. With butter and scrambled eggs. On the family dinner table. Mama. Papa. Big brother. And the maid. Discussing how similar Papa and I are, and how Mama and brother are. Smiling. .............. I think music really has an effect on our sleep. My brother was practising Chopin, when I took a nap at my grandma's place. I found it so difficult to pull myself out of this dream and into consciousness. Because I had to take my dinner. But I am still thinking of my dream. Labels: Creative writing, dreams 9:36 PM
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