This is a something that eventually turned out to become a short story, which was rather supposed to be an essay. It is a translated version of the french short story that i wrote of an old man writing to his diary about an event which he wished he could change.
"Your wife has lost both her legs in the accident, and your daughter has lost her memory. I am really sorry to inform you this" said the doctor this morning.
My wife Sylvie has been on romantic journey with me and has lived 60 years of life walking. I love her the same as i did when i married her, and shall continue to love her the same way. But i am actually disturbed about the memory loss of Michelle my daughter.
Frederic was 5 years when Michelle was born.I wish i could change just everything since that moment.
If i had looked deep into her eyes with love as i did to Frederic, i would have been a better parent.
If i had taken her to movies, to picnics, or even to school, i wouldn't feel guilty today. I don't understand why i liked Frederic more than Michelle although he was not good in his studies, nor talented,
nor loving nor special in any way. He had and has friends who like him for the money that i give him. But Michelle had and has close friends who like her for what she is- intelligent and adorable.
I had given Frederic a better education than Michelle and it did not make any difference- Frederic is still a parasite on me, but Michelle would have studied just anywhere, and today she has a respectable post in a big company in the United States, and is a part of an elite society.
I had given Frederic a job with my recommendation, and he no longer works there. But Michelle worked her own way towards her destiny. When she was a child, we never realized her love or intelligence. She reached out to the world and they all love her.
When Frederic lived with our money and kicked us out of our own house, Michelle stood by us and gave us a home and hope to live again. She began to take us on a vacation every year to a really nice location for a retreat. This year i asked her to take us to Thailand. She took us there, and asked us to join her in the U.S.
After a wonderful holiday, Sylvie and Michelle left to U.S, while i wanted to go to Paris once before i move to the US with her, and hence i was waiting in my suite than the airport. Within 30 minutes i received a telephone call that the two had met with a massive accident.
When i reached the hospital, i was given their baggage for identification. I could not even see either of them. But when the police officer saw Michelle's details of her work and her U.S citizenship, they sent us to Singapore for a better treatment. She commanded respect even from a stranger in a foreign land! If i hadn't asked her to bring me here for a vacation, there would have been chances to prevent this accident.
And today when the doctor told me that Michelle has lost her memory, it only makes me think with a guilt "have i ever given her memories that she has lost now"
P.S: Its a real story that i have come across. The names are changed.
"Your wife has lost both her legs in the accident, and your daughter has lost her memory. I am really sorry to inform you this" said the doctor this morning.
My wife Sylvie has been on romantic journey with me and has lived 60 years of life walking. I love her the same as i did when i married her, and shall continue to love her the same way. But i am actually disturbed about the memory loss of Michelle my daughter.
Frederic was 5 years when Michelle was born.I wish i could change just everything since that moment.
If i had looked deep into her eyes with love as i did to Frederic, i would have been a better parent.
If i had taken her to movies, to picnics, or even to school, i wouldn't feel guilty today. I don't understand why i liked Frederic more than Michelle although he was not good in his studies, nor talented,
nor loving nor special in any way. He had and has friends who like him for the money that i give him. But Michelle had and has close friends who like her for what she is- intelligent and adorable.
I had given Frederic a better education than Michelle and it did not make any difference- Frederic is still a parasite on me, but Michelle would have studied just anywhere, and today she has a respectable post in a big company in the United States, and is a part of an elite society.
I had given Frederic a job with my recommendation, and he no longer works there. But Michelle worked her own way towards her destiny. When she was a child, we never realized her love or intelligence. She reached out to the world and they all love her.
When Frederic lived with our money and kicked us out of our own house, Michelle stood by us and gave us a home and hope to live again. She began to take us on a vacation every year to a really nice location for a retreat. This year i asked her to take us to Thailand. She took us there, and asked us to join her in the U.S.
After a wonderful holiday, Sylvie and Michelle left to U.S, while i wanted to go to Paris once before i move to the US with her, and hence i was waiting in my suite than the airport. Within 30 minutes i received a telephone call that the two had met with a massive accident.
When i reached the hospital, i was given their baggage for identification. I could not even see either of them. But when the police officer saw Michelle's details of her work and her U.S citizenship, they sent us to Singapore for a better treatment. She commanded respect even from a stranger in a foreign land! If i hadn't asked her to bring me here for a vacation, there would have been chances to prevent this accident.
And today when the doctor told me that Michelle has lost her memory, it only makes me think with a guilt "have i ever given her memories that she has lost now"
P.S: Its a real story that i have come across. The names are changed.
1 comment:
I love this story. So completely true, keeping the Indian family scenario in mind!
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