I was in the cafeteria waiting for my inspiration to come. Staying in front of my laptop, I realized how much everything changed. It changed for the better. It evolved, but there were times when I couldn’t see the meaning of it.
I remembered what my friend used to say:
“People tend to write more when they’re in pain. If you have the aims and power to put words down when you’re happy, you should follow your dream and become one of the many writers they write famous articles about.”
She didn’t leave any leaflet of instructions. Just that. That was her last desire.
I didn’t even have the chance to say goodbye. At the funeral, I couldn’t shed a single tear, but my whole soul was aching. Sunshine’s mum, Jaqueline, was holding me in her arms like I was the one who needed tenderness. I was her anchor, supporting her. You see, Sunshine’s family became mine too as we grew together. After the procession ended, Jaqueline gave me the letter that was waiting for me.
“Rose, you should have this. You also need to know that she believed in you. She was proud of you and really loved you. You’re the only one to whom she bequeathed some traces of her soul.”
“Thank you, Jaqueline. But you’re not right and I know you need to hear this. She loved both of you like the air, Jaqueline. She didn’t show you that very often, but you need to realize this. She wouldn’t have wanted you not to live your life. You and Robert were one of her main reasons to be happy, to be herself. You were her perfect picture of goodness. You need to be happy for her and I need to start writing again.”
She was staring at me like I was some kind of a treasure. I was reminding her of the daughter she lost. She found comfort in me. The safe heaven where all the memories with our Sunshine was still vividly alive.
It was late in the night when I arrived home. I needed a long walk to clear my mind. I went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine. Crouching on my favorite Mod Armchair, I opened the letter from Sunshine.