MY PAST PART 1
I remember it as if it were yesterday, Mr. Jorge. Your name echoed in my mind, shrouded in mystery and an enigmatic aura. He was the father figure who raised me until I was 15 years old, but his presence left an indelible mark on my soul. After deciding to live on my own, I longed for answers that would unravel the intricate web of my own existence. Jorge's somber words echoed in my mind, a constant reminder of my tragic fate.
He used to say that I was a child destined to suffer, condemned by a sinister mark I carried within myself. It was a curse that corroded my destiny and drove away even those who loved me. Jorge claimed that my mother abandoned me because of this terrible burden, revealing the hidden abyss in my heritage.
Contrary to expectations, I never felt the absence of my mother. Under Jorge's care, all my needs were met. He provided me with food, clothing, and affection, filling any gap left by a maternal absence. However, a latent anguish haunted me, an inner voice desperately crying out for help. Every day, its scream grew louder within me, plunging me into an inexplicable affliction.
Over the years, my relentless search for answers led me to a terrifying revelation. I discovered that the curse I carried was much darker and more complex than I had imagined. Born under the sinister light of a blue moon, I inherited the terrible curse of the Blue Moon. It was a burden that contained a hidden power, a ticking time bomb ready to explode at any moment. At the core of my existence, a persistent question echoed: would it be possible to find a path to normalcy? I desperately longed for this possibility, even without fully knowing what it meant.
After an extended search for answers, I decided to return to Birmingham, my childhood home, where Jorge raised me. I vividly recalled the path to his house, the familiar streets that once embraced me. As I approached, I noticed the changes that had occurred over the years. The shadows of time had transformed the scenery, but there still remained a spark of nostalgia in my heart. Arriving at the door of the house I once called home, I encountered a lady approaching with a gleam in her eyes.
"Are you Ray? Jorge's son?" she asked. The tone of her voice carried a mixture of admiration and astonishment. Surprised to be called a son, I responded with a mix of uncertainty and curiosity, "Yes, it's me." In response, the lady uttered words that pierced me like daggers, "He spoke so much about you, said he loved you like no one else." The statement stirred up a whirlwind of complex emotions in me, intertwining into a web of connections and intricate questions. However, one unsettling detail hung in the air: the use of the past in that statement. What had happened to Jorge? Why had his presence been erased from my life?
With a lump in my throat, I gathered the courage to question the lady. "What happened to him?" I asked, my voice filled with anguish. The words that followed froze my heart in agony. "You didn't know? He passed away two years ago," she replied with a tone of sorrow. The impact of the news struck me like a devastating blow, robbing me of my breath. Jorge, the only father I knew, had departed beyond the veils of existence. A haunting loneliness began to creep within me, filling the void left behind by his departure.
The lady, named Ana, kindly invited me into the house, filled with memories and traces of a shared life. The walls displayed photographs that told stories of happy moments we experienced together. As I sat in the living room, absorbing the familiar environment, a whirlwind of emotions enveloped me. A complex mixture of sadness and gratitude permeated my soul. Jorge had been more than just a guardian. He took me in when I was helpless and loved me like a true father, despite the absence of blood ties.
As Ana shared details about Jorge's life, a veil of mystery began to dissipate. He was a good and generous man, dedicated to helping those in need in his community. However, there was something more, something Jorge had kept as a well-hidden secret. He had a unique connection to the blue moon, a transcendental bond that shaped his existence and his relationship with me. Jorge believed that his mission was to care for me and protect me from the dangers the curse could unleash.
As Ana's words intertwined in my mind, a profound intrigue settled within me. The curse of the Blue Moon, my own fate, remained shrouded in enigma. Why did my mother abandon me? What was the true purpose of this curse in my life? And how did Jorge become entangled in this complex web? I realized that, despite my relentless quest for answers, I was only scratching the surface of my own existence.
The sadness over Jorge's loss transformed into renewed determination. It was imperative to uncover the truth behind the curse that haunted me. I needed to understand its deeper meaning and find a way to fill the void within me. The hope of attaining a fully meaningful existence burned intensely within me.
With Jorge's departure, a new journey unfolded before me. It was time to delve into the hidden secrets of the Blue Moon curse, unravel the mysteries surrounding my origin, and find a purpose for my existence. A destiny intertwined with my essence called for revelation, and I was willing to face any challenges that came my way. For the answer to my inner quest was closer than I had ever imagined.
To be continued...