The Promise that was kept forever

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The rain was pouring heavily in the normally busy streets of France. Strangely though there was no one else on the street except the little girl and her mother....

Submitted: February 10, 2011

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The Promise That Was Kept Forever

The rain was pouring heavily in the normally busy streets of France. Strangely though there was no one else on the street except the little girl and her mother. Sarah held on tightly to her mother’s hand, she did not like the rain and her mother’s tiny and delicate umbrella did not give her much shelter though she tried to protect her only daughter with all she had.

  As they reached home the rain had become a lot lighter and it was starting to clear away. I (Sarah) glared at the sky with my marine green eyes trying my hardest not to shout at it. How I hated the rain! My mother and I entered the mansion that we lived in and my mother or Lady Elizabeth as she was called rushed in to meet my ailing father who was suffering from cancer. Mother had gone out to get the medicines for my father and had not left me behind because she was afraid that I might get frightened if something drastic happens to my father. But she was aghast by what she saw, Lord Richmond as my father was called was lying on the bed as stiff as a statue made out of clay. Mother merely thought that he was asleep and tried to wake him up, but he did not even budge.

Is…this  ...r...really my father’s burial ceremony?” Sarah wondered her eyes filled with tears, “how did this happen?”She started to recall all the incidents that took place a few days back…….

“Um, Sarah, I need to tell you something important.…”

 “Yes mom?”

  “Um, dear y...your father is no more dear”

“What!”

I was startled by her tone, it was full of sadness and grief….and what she said was even more heart wrenching …. She said that my father was not anymore.”

I stood there as if frozen to the sudden situation and then I started crying bitterly. My mother too broke down seeing me crying bitterly ……..

I watched silently as my fathers coffin was lowered,  covered with the moist earth and the gravestone was put on top. Some silver droplets came out of my eyes, I quickly wiped them out but they were too difficult to stop. I did not go too near the grave afraid that I might burst into tears in front of everyone , but even when I did not go near, my heart was shattering into a thousand pieces and I wished to die myself at that moment.

  Mother and I remained at the graveyard till every one left and then said goodbye to my father’s grave and we left too. The first thing that mother did was to pack up all of my fathers belongings and put them in the storeroom, she then sorted out fathers papers and money and puts them in the locker. Then at last when her job was done, she sat down on a chair and breathed in deeply. I felt sorry for her; she was now a body without a soul, stripped of all her grandeur and status, her smile permanently removed from her beautiful face.

After a few days mother took me to father’s grave again, on a Sunday just after church. We placed some white flowers on the grave and we prayed to father that he may rest in peace.  

I grew up peacefully in our mansion with my mother who had a very hard time taking care of us both with the sudden death of my father. The mansion that usually was lit up was now dim and dark as if it was enveloped in a permanent shadow of sorrow and despair. The mansion which used to reverberate with the sound of music and merriment with my father entertaining guests every other day was now echoing with the hollow sound of death and grief. But mother tried her best to hide her sorrow and not let my childhood go to waste.

I grew up to be a very talented violinist and to pursue my dreams mother sent me to America. I started to take classes from a very famous musician and became famous violinist too. One day mother called me and said……  

  “Sarah, how are you dear?”

“I am fine mother why did you call?”

“I have a surprise for you!”

“Really! What is it?”

“I am coming to visit you today!”

“You mean you are calling from the ship?”

“Yes!”

She arrived at night and I went to pick her up on the deck and she told me all sorts of motherly things like, “Oh my! How you have grown!” Etc. 

I brought her to the house I was living in at the moment. She said it was very beautiful and elegant. I was proud of it. She had brought me some thing very special; it was one of my fathers last belongings, a silver broach that father always wore. I was very happy and thanked her for this effort.

Before we went to sleep mother told me something that made my heart skip a beat, she made me promise to visit her when I got holidays, I seldom got any so I said that it may not be possible, after all I was famous! But she insisted on it and I finally had to agree. She looked satisfied. “Keep your promise dear!” She whispered in an inaudible voice. I am twenty four years old now, is it still necessary for me to keep promises? Well a promise is a promise.

Next day came quite fast for me; it was the day that mother left for France. I wasn’t very happy then because I knew that after she went I would miss her again. I was acting like a little child holding on to her as if not to let her go.

Before she boarded she wished me a good luck for my career and then reminded me again of the promise I had made to her last night. She said that she was looking forward to my coming there and so were the people who knew me. Then she bid me goodbye and left.

Few days after her departure she called me again from the ship, her voice was muffled but I could make out some of the words which she said.

“Sarah, is that you?”

“Yes mom.”

   “We have almost reached France we can see the shore!”

“I’m glad!”

 

Suddenly I could hear crashes and screams from the background, my mother’s voice was getting more and more faint, I asked her what was going on but she could not hear me because the screams kept getting louder and I could hear faint splashes around, then suddenly a scream sounded which broke my heart into thousand pieces, it was my mother’s scream.

I kept my promise alright, I visited her in every holiday I had, even if it was for two days. I placed my hand on the cold and ugly gray gravestone

and brushed off some snow that had fallen on it. “So not like mother” I thought. Yes, this ugly gravestone was my mother. She was not alive anymore. All I could do for her now was keeping my promise and visit her or her grave on every holiday I had. I recalled the incidents that happened on the most unlucky day of mine……..

I could hear screams everywhere around and then I suddenly heard my mother scream, it was a deathly scream and then the phone went dead. A day after the call I read an article in the newspaper which stated a disaster which happened with a ship called Ave Mariah…. something just ticked in my mind…wasn’t that the ship mother was traveling in? In fact it was. The very ship that mother had been traveling in had caught fire somehow and had sunk, there was no one who had escaped from its clutches. The victim’s bodies were found floating very near the shore and rescue boats had gotten in and got them ashore. Under the article was written the names of the victims in which was the first name written, Lady Elizabeth.  

After a few days I had received a letter from the French police to come to France and hold my mothers burial ceremony. I was shattered at the thought. But I still had to do it so I did.

Tears started to roll down my eyes, but this time I did not hold them back, I started to cry badly hoping that it would relieve me in some way, but it didn’t, I was after all nothing but an ORPHAN now at the young age of twenty five. My destiny had played a cruel joke on me leaving me with nothing but memories to cling on to for the rest of my life.


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