That one Trip

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Travel  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a travel narrative about the time my family and me went to the beach... hope you enjoy :)

Submitted: March 09, 2014

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That one Trip

The sun blazed in the sky, almost brazenly, as I squinted my eyes against the angrily glaring rays.  It was to no avail; hence I lifted my 4 year old hands to shield my eyes from the sun completely. This shifted my gaze to something a lot more beautiful, alluring and breath-taking. The blistering sun shone over the miles of white sand, which seemed to stretch on for eternity. Its rays reflected on every wave, staking claim of every fascinating contour. 
I stare at the screen of my TV, the sights and colours are so vivid, I almost feel like I am there again. I can almost smell the scent of fresh and sharp salt, and hear the gentle and soothing swish of the sea. I smile wistfully.  
I watch as my lips stretched into a smile full of wonder and contentment. Suddenly, the smile died on my lips as my head snapped backwards. I heard my mother’s angry shout and frustrated scolding of my sister. My head tilted to the side as my young, naïve mind wondered at the reason of my mother’s irritated state and my sister’s guilty stance. Then I looked further and my gaze fell upon my Papa. In the far corner, he stood and watched; enjoying the brief freedom he was given by his wife’s distraction. I smiled slightly and cunningly as I ran to my mom and wrapped my arms around her middle, the maximum height my short form could achieve. I smiled a sweet, loving smile and asked her if we could take Greedy to the beach with us. 
My mother’s features softened as she smiled softly and said, “Yes, honey, of course.” 
I beamed huge and ran to my cat’s sleeping form. When I was about to lift him up into the circle of my arms I was distracted by what I saw on my bed. I squealed and threw myself on top of the bed, taking the object into my hands and looking at it like it was Treasure. It was nothing expensive, just a towel twisted in the shape of a pigeon. Every day it was a different shape. Yesterday it was a dog and the day before it, it was a teddy bear. This was my treasure, left for me by the room staff. I smiled huge and ran to my bag and carefully placed it next to the rest of my collection. 
I grin longingly as I watch myself put the pigeon shaped towel into the bag and stare at my collection with happiness. For me, that trip brought me towels in million shapes, and for my mother, it brought her a collection of shells that we both hunted for on the shore. 
Letting the bag fall shut, I ran to Greedy and lifted him up in my arms. He miaoued loudly and I knew it was in a grumble of irritation.
I grinned and exclaimed excitedly, “Oh don’t get grumpy! We’re going to the beach! You’re going to love it!”
As I started to run out, I halted to a stop as I looked into something small and round. It was almost a dark reflection of myself and it was connected to something else that was black and solid, held between my brother’s hands. 
“Mohammad, what is that?” I asked in wonder, my brows furrowed in confusion.
“It’s a camera idiot,” he provided sarcastically as he chuckled and shook his head. 
“Mohammad!” my mother exclaimed threateningly.
I pouted as my frown deepened but then I pivoted around him and strode purposefully with my head held high. Papa always said people only have power over you when you let them or give them a reason to; I was not about to do that, and so I ignored him. 
I smirk as I look over at my guiltily grinning brother and throw a pillow at him.
He takes a hold of it and chuckles as he exclaims, “What? It was fun teasing you back then!”
I shake my head and look back over to the film playing on my TV. I am immediately thrown back into the realm of yearningly gripping emotions of the experiences I once had. I am only given access to those nearly forgotten memories because of my brother’s annoying habit of filming as much of our lives as he can. I never knew that one day I might actually appreciate that habit, until now.
I watch my elfin form struggle to open the heavy glass doors of the balcony and step out onto the ceramic floor. I immediately remember that this was when it had happened. I almost dropped Greedy as I wailed in excruciating pain. Both my feet burned unbearably as I jumped from one to the other repeatedly, trying to find relief from the pain the scorching hot ceramic floor caused. So there I was, tears running down my face, a face contorted in pain and agony, as I kept jumping around like a clown.  Not for one second did I think that I could have just run back into the house. 
I watch with annoyed amusement what I hadn’t seen or noticed back then. My whole family had stood and laughed at me but it was my father that came and lifted me and Greedy off the ground and into his arms, scolding them for their heartless behaviour. Thinking about it now, this was probably why I have always been my father’s girl. 
I turned into his arms and nuzzled my face into his neck as he tried to soothe me. 
Oddly, I still remember what I had thought at that moment. Secretly, besides the humiliation I felt, I was slightly glad at the brief pain. It was cause for laughter, laughter that felt like it connected each one of us together again, something that we shared gladly. That physical pain was worth that rare, happy moment. This was why I smiled a small, little smile into my dad’s neck; a smile the camera did not catch, but I remember having. I smile that same smile now.
We walked toward the beach and my father only let me down when I had on my slippers. I laid Greedy on a lounge chair and ran towards the water, not able to wait one more second to test the warmth of its waves.  I dove in, but then I gasped and sprang back out. The feeling of the waves jarring me around gently was liberating, comforting and soothing, all at the same time. I wished I could live like that forever. I lay on my back, my favourite position in the water, as I gazed at the sky. I gazed long and hard. I got so lost in that beautiful, serene moment, I hadn’t felt my dad getting in the water and lifting me into his arms. At first, I screamed in surprise but then I burst into loud giggles of delight as he started to tickle me and splash me with water. I laughed so hard both my stomach and jaw ached.
Looking back, I wish I had relished that pain; I wish I had drowned myself in it, that it was the only type of pain I had ever felt.  
After a while, we both got out of the water and my mother hurried to wrap me up in a towel when she saw my body shivering and my teeth chattering. Suddenly, it wasn’t so warm anymore.  

An orange haze had already lain over the moving sea, reflecting on every wave. Half of a glowing, radiant light loomed on the water's horizon as a warm sensation splashed onto my face from the beaming rays of the sun. Calmness flew by with the wind making my heart stop for a single, savoured second. I could almost hear the palm trees rustling as if they were whispering to one another to hush. In the near sky, the birds huddled with their loved ones, knowing of the day's end; as did I.
I turned away from the stunning sight and gazed upon my beloved family. I watched them smile and laugh and I laughed. Then I looked at my favourite cat and found him sleeping again. I let out a small, unsurprised giggle and my smile widened affectionately. Finally, I looked into the camera and smiled even wider as I found the glint of happiness in my eyes, the same one that was in my heart, looking even bigger than my smile. 
I gaze at the still screen of my beaming face, my head tilted sideways thoughtfully. I wonder now what had changed. Why do I not have that same glint of happiness in my eyes? Why do I not feel it in my heart either? But I know; I think I’ve always known.
It was because we haven’t gone on any more trips since. 


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