Finished Honour the Fallen, Honour your Own

Ruby was a great friend. She expressed herself. Eugenia didn’t really mind that much. She said about how she wouldn’t mind either, in this case, getting a gift back. I just believe that if I want to be your friend, I will do nice things for you or to you in return for giving me a gift, comfort, or anything in general, really. And her grandfather’s gift. Strength in remembering him? Well, not exactly. Eugenia knew that it would always remain as a bittersweet memory. When people die, we always remember them, it’s always bittersweet. The past will alter and build your future. You just have to make sure it doesn’t have a very big impact.


Eugenia smiled. She heard what Ruby stated. Well, she was thankful for her support. Maybe she didn’t phrase her words right. Well, when I said that we can’t have nice things, I meant in general. Challenges are there for you to overcome them. It might take time, like the challenge I’m facing now. Eugenia suppressed another tear. She had to continue. But still, eventually I will overcome it. The universe and God Have plans for us all. Maybe this was part of my plan. Who knows. I know one thing though. You supported me. And this mountain of a challenge now seems more like a large hill to me. So, nevertheless, thank you for helping, and speaking and hearing me. Many people could have, or would have, mocked me. But you didn’t. I’m very, very grateful for that.

Eugenia looked down at her shoes and sighed. The song did calm her down. A new memory swarmed her mind. Hyperthymnesia, her photographic memory, was doing its thing. It was back when she was six. Her and some friends from Greece say it the small table of a park in Athens. They had learnt a song, the same song she sang to Ruby. They sang together. A cute and young quire of slightly high-pitched voices. Some would fumble at the words and stop. She kept going. The melody was stuck in her mind and so were the words. After that fun little meeting, she went back to her father’s old house, where they had lunch with her paternal grandparents, some aunts and uncles. A bit before they began eating. She sat on her grandpa’s lap. Can I tell you a song? “Of course my sweetheart!” And she sang it to him. And he smiled telling her how good her voice was.

And now here she was. Remembering him, a person now dead, someone she had truly loved, forever connected with this song. She had an urge to cry, but supressed it. How small this world seems to be! (greek proverb) How these memories were connected. How everything was connected. He would still be in her heart. Forever.

Forever.

She sighed again, a long and painful sigh. A weak smile was on her lips. Ruby spoke again. It seems like this girl always knew when to speak, the right times to speak. Oh, again, I’m thanking you with all my heart. For both the help and the compliment. I’d love a short walk. Maybe outside. It might be a small distraction, but still, better than nothing. Could I please finish my “letter”? No time to explain. I’ll go to the owlery, you can come if you wish, and then I’ll be ready to go on a walk. Eugenia looked at the piece of parchment in front of her. She had pushed it away just in time, it wasn’t drenched in tears. Eugenia finished her little letter, forcing herself not to cry again. It was an emotional one. But still, she hoped that if he ever read it, he would be happy for his Granddaughter, the one who cherished him so much.

Once she was done, she looked up to Ruby. Waiting for her answer, and maybe a hug. Just maybe.

The two girls have left this Classroom. This topic is hereby closed.
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