Monday's Child
Mother Goose wrote many nursery rhymes but not all of them were simple words, some of them are curses and spells. Here's one of them:
Monday's Child is fair of face
Tuesday's Child is full of grace
Wednesday's Child is full of woe
Thursday's Child has far to go
Friday's Child is loving and giving
Saturday's Child works hard for a living
But the Child born on the Sabath is blithe and bonny and good and gay
Tuesday's Child is full of grace
Wednesday's Child is full of woe
Thursday's Child has far to go
Friday's Child is loving and giving
Saturday's Child works hard for a living
But the Child born on the Sabath is blithe and bonny and good and gay
She was born on a Monday and she was indeed a beautiful baby. Everyone adored her and there was nothing anyone could deny her nor would they. For 3 happy years she knew the love of adoring parents.
On Wednesday, her parents died in a car crash. She was only 3 years old but even then she knew she'd lost something that was terribly precious. The elders didn't take her to the hospital and they talked in hush tones whenever she was around and then not long after the accident, they dressed her in black and drove her to a lovely garden in a black car. There were many people there and some were crying. She didn't know why they were crying or why no one could tell her where her parents were. It was only after the funeral that a kind lady she knew to be her aunt took her aside and told her what happened. She started to cry then and soon after, every night as well.
After the funeral she went to live with her Godparents who were her parents closest friends. They loved her like their own and never denied her anything. They tried so hard that she decided when she was 6 to stop crying herself to sleep at night.
After her parents death, she gained a sort of melancholic beauty and when she started playschool, the boys and girls in her class were often quick to give her presents just to see her smile. They didn't realise it then but they were trying to erase the sadness they could see in her eyes. All through her school years people kept doing things to try to make her smile and she was happy, though not as happy as before, but she was happy.
The year she began her freshmen year in High School, her Godparents decided to split up. Her Godfather had been having an affair with his secretary for years now and everything was fine until she got pregnant and bore him the son he very much wanted. He filed for a divorce then and her Godmother was devastated, she never believed he would actually leave her. He granted her the custody of their god-daughter and the apartment in which they were living. He also agreed to continue to pay for all their living expenses. Her Godmother became an alcoholic overnight and kept to her room until she started to smell. Her Godfather became a weekend dad and he no longer spent time alone with her, whenever they met it would be with his new family. At 13, she'd gained maturity beyond her age but she didn't age as most kids would and she also didn't gain a hardness that most children of divorces would. She never complained and she never cried. Instead, she spent her days in school working hard and taking part in school activities and her nights wiping vomit off the face of her Godmother.
The sadness in her eyes grew and she took on an ethereal beauty that caused boys to be in awe of her and also made her the first freshmen ever to be asked to the prom. But no one ever got jealous of her simply because sad things just kept happening around her causing an air of melancholy to settle around her and how could anyone possibly be jealous of that. Plus, she was an absolute angel in the face of all her tragedies. She continued to be the sweet and kind person she always was. Soon, she became the darling of the school and all the teachers and students loved her, but only from a distance for they too realised that she was cursed and her beauty was the mark of the curse. So despite being surrounded by admirers, she was always alone.
Happiness was always a fleeting emotion to her and sorrow became her familiar friend.
Eventually, she grew up as all little girls do and moved to a big city where no one knew of her tragic past. She rented an apartment in Chinatown and got a job as a museum curator assistant. She lived her days in quiet solitude, spending most of her time in the museum and the rest of it in the library. She read a lot and wrote many letters to her friends back home. One day, a letter came from her Godmother. She had gotten herself off the alcohol and met a wonderful man, they were to get married in Spring. It was then that she felt that perhaps tragedy only followed her and that if she stayed away from the people she loved, then they would never get hurt. She made a vow then to stay away from her Godmother and so wrote a long letter to excuse herself from attending the wedding but wished her all her love.
Time passed quickly in the big city and one day, she found herself celebrating her 30th birthday in the park with pigeons and the loneliness she stored inside finally came out and soon she found herself sobbing. That's when she met him.
On Wednesday, her parents died in a car crash. She was only 3 years old but even then she knew she'd lost something that was terribly precious. The elders didn't take her to the hospital and they talked in hush tones whenever she was around and then not long after the accident, they dressed her in black and drove her to a lovely garden in a black car. There were many people there and some were crying. She didn't know why they were crying or why no one could tell her where her parents were. It was only after the funeral that a kind lady she knew to be her aunt took her aside and told her what happened. She started to cry then and soon after, every night as well.
After the funeral she went to live with her Godparents who were her parents closest friends. They loved her like their own and never denied her anything. They tried so hard that she decided when she was 6 to stop crying herself to sleep at night.
After her parents death, she gained a sort of melancholic beauty and when she started playschool, the boys and girls in her class were often quick to give her presents just to see her smile. They didn't realise it then but they were trying to erase the sadness they could see in her eyes. All through her school years people kept doing things to try to make her smile and she was happy, though not as happy as before, but she was happy.
The year she began her freshmen year in High School, her Godparents decided to split up. Her Godfather had been having an affair with his secretary for years now and everything was fine until she got pregnant and bore him the son he very much wanted. He filed for a divorce then and her Godmother was devastated, she never believed he would actually leave her. He granted her the custody of their god-daughter and the apartment in which they were living. He also agreed to continue to pay for all their living expenses. Her Godmother became an alcoholic overnight and kept to her room until she started to smell. Her Godfather became a weekend dad and he no longer spent time alone with her, whenever they met it would be with his new family. At 13, she'd gained maturity beyond her age but she didn't age as most kids would and she also didn't gain a hardness that most children of divorces would. She never complained and she never cried. Instead, she spent her days in school working hard and taking part in school activities and her nights wiping vomit off the face of her Godmother.
The sadness in her eyes grew and she took on an ethereal beauty that caused boys to be in awe of her and also made her the first freshmen ever to be asked to the prom. But no one ever got jealous of her simply because sad things just kept happening around her causing an air of melancholy to settle around her and how could anyone possibly be jealous of that. Plus, she was an absolute angel in the face of all her tragedies. She continued to be the sweet and kind person she always was. Soon, she became the darling of the school and all the teachers and students loved her, but only from a distance for they too realised that she was cursed and her beauty was the mark of the curse. So despite being surrounded by admirers, she was always alone.
Happiness was always a fleeting emotion to her and sorrow became her familiar friend.
Eventually, she grew up as all little girls do and moved to a big city where no one knew of her tragic past. She rented an apartment in Chinatown and got a job as a museum curator assistant. She lived her days in quiet solitude, spending most of her time in the museum and the rest of it in the library. She read a lot and wrote many letters to her friends back home. One day, a letter came from her Godmother. She had gotten herself off the alcohol and met a wonderful man, they were to get married in Spring. It was then that she felt that perhaps tragedy only followed her and that if she stayed away from the people she loved, then they would never get hurt. She made a vow then to stay away from her Godmother and so wrote a long letter to excuse herself from attending the wedding but wished her all her love.
Time passed quickly in the big city and one day, she found herself celebrating her 30th birthday in the park with pigeons and the loneliness she stored inside finally came out and soon she found herself sobbing. That's when she met him.
end of part one...
posted by Princess A at 1/15/2007
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