was sitting on her rocking chair, under a large old tree. She was
humming, while pondering her past life. Her family used to stay
beneath the tree. They played, ate and had their best memories in
there. It was the place of ecstasy for them that kept on reminding
Mary. But everything changed with just a mistake. The place became
solitude. No more laughs, no more noise.
Rose, Deli, Vince and Estelle, were the most precious jewels in
Mary's life. She smiled as she thought that she had raised them
well. She remembered how they shared their belongings to each
other. And she could resemble herself to Rose, her eldest
daughter. They were most likely the same. Rose spent her time
taking care of her youngest sister, Estelle. Mary had also a
sister, but she died so sudden.
One time, Rose asked Mary about her father. "He's now resting."
She simply answered. The truth was she didn't even know if she
had a husband, but the big question was, how could those children
came from her?
There were no days had past that Mary didn't think about it,
until she finally knew the truth, the fact of losing her
Annalisa, Mary's mother, called from the hospital. She was about
to die but she wanted to convey her last message to Mary, her
"Do you remember everything about you?" asked Annalisa with a
very weak voice. Mary just shook her head. She didn't even know
the reason why her mother was saying this.
"When you read this," Annalisa said and handed a piece of paper.
"Make sure I'm dead." She added, puzzled.
After a while, Mary went out of the room and sat down. She
unfolded the paper and began reading it…
"My dear Mary,
I can no longer write properly, so please consider my mistakes.
Although I have lots of things to say, my hand is now frail. My
daughter, my blunder was passed to you that I don't have the
rights to get mad at you. Still, I won't be at peace if I didn't
tell you this. You never had a child."
Mary halted for a while. Her hands trembled in fear as she
breathed deeply. Then once again, she glanced at the
"Those children you've raised are from your sister. You kept on
telling me before that you want a child like your sister, but
your husband can't give it to you. I never thought that you would
do such an illegitimate act. Let me say this to you straightly,
you killed your sister and your husband, but you can't remember
because you had a trauma after you did that for one year. You
The letter ended there. Mary was staring at it for a few minutes.
Her tears flowed as she slowly crumpled the paper.
Years past, until her foster children had their own lives, Mary
kept it in her heart. She had a burden since she read
Swaying by the rocking chair, Mary thought that it will be her
last time to be staying there, shadowed by the big old
She closed her eyes and heard footsteps.
"Mum, let's go…" uttered the voice. She was sure that it was
Rose's voice. But she can't open her eyes.
She wanted to say to her daughter, "My Rose, that weren't your
children… they were from Estelle." But she couldn't. She couldn't
utter the words.
"Mum, my children were here to meet you." Rose said but Mary
couldn't hear it anymore.