A Tale of Two Siblings

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic
This short story is written with the desire to help readers understand that they can conquer spiritually any tragedy in their lives. That they are beautiful, unique and eternal beings who can enjoy and make the most out of every moment.

Submitted: December 03, 2011

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Submitted: December 03, 2011



At one side of a secluded clearing, a young walnut tree is just waking up. He takes a deep breath of fresh air and tries, with a gracefully inocet quiver, to remove the last pearls of dew from the backside of his brand new waistcoat. His sister, the clearing, notices and unexpectedly tousles the little brother's hair with her left hand - the wind from south. She hesitates and does not yet have the courage to introduce him to their substitute teacher for the day. They laugh vigourously and dance. The sister is leading with her right hand - the wind from north. They settle after a while and, laying on their back while holding hands, gaze at the deep sky.

"You don't have to tell it to me big sister, I already know. That is why I gave my pearls to our mother today and did not keep them for our sweet little dwellers. I hope that by now they are far away. Mother told me during the night why she is thirsty. She told me to be brave."

"Thank you little brother for honoring our teacher and for standing by my side. You were always the strong one."

"Don't worry big sister, let's sing the songs today and borrow wings for our souls from them. Let's fly high and only come back when mother is again ready to bear us. We'll first learn from the birds and then travel with falling stars from one sky to another. We'll have so many things to tell our mother once we come back. Don't worry about her sister. She will blossom even more beautifully than before and, if she forgets about us, little Maya promised to remind her."

Their songs reached the heavens well before the flames came. Maya, the forest spirit from that parts, witnessed it all. Her heart was broken and tears were burning her face. She never blinked though even once in order to engrave in her self every last detail about the faces of the two siblings.

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