(Alïa's pov)
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{present time}
Sitting in garden,looking at the apple tree, the jewel of the garden. The way me and my mom planned it we would be drinking in the aromas of the late summer blooms, soothed by the waterfall between the two ponds and sinking our teeth into the delicate skin of home grown organic apples. "Alïa can you please come here".
running as quickly as my long legs can carry me, "yes father" I say panting heavily.
The ceiling light still illuminated the windowless office, but it was dim and flickered at strobe-like intervals. My father was a proud man. He was strict, disciplined and of high principal. He was short tempered and did some wrong in his life but he wasn't a bad man. He had just been washed with bad experience and born more short-tempered than most. He wore his pride like a parapet. I didn't know whether it was to shield him or not let anyone in. His judicious intellect, precise eye and impetuous anger led to a profoundly tarnished reputation amongst his distant relatives. From my memories of him, I can recollect his leathery skin; it had seen more distress than happiness as if he had been fighting with life, all his life. He had his dusky hair that rested atop his herculean sallow figure. A disorderly mess of hair and wrinkles sat on his brow bone, forehead and under the green eyes that never smiled. His hands were withered and his fingers were like an insect antenna. He was bold.
"Alïa, I was there when you came into this world. I know you, the real one inside, not the one you show the world. You're beautiful."
"People know you as a depressed kid,who has been caged in the house for years."
The sadness drained through me rather than skating over my skin. That was true, people do think like that. What I actually feel isn't depression it's rather sad.
My sadness is a hollowness. I can't tell you what's worse. Sometimes my hollowness is a shell, holding in a thousand oceans of tears. Sometimes though, it holds a thousand pieces of glass that are wedged in between my soul and body. That's the pain.
Happy is what i used to feel as a kid, I was one of the giggly and very happy kids.
"I'm sorry to say but you no longer belong to us." He continued.
Interrupting my thought.
My brain stutters for a moment and my eyes take in more light than I expected, every part of me goes on pause while my thoughts catch up.
What does he mean?