Mar 10, 2006 12:29
It was a normal summer's day. Hot. Sunny. A day in Marie's first summer. When I was ten. It didn't look like anything exiting would happen that day. I was just sitting there at the table on the terrace drawing pictures of flowers, of our family, of my clarinet. I was happy. It was in the school holidays and I didn't have to practice my reading. Except from reading stories for the baby from time to time.
That was when I suddenly heard a voice. You didn't hear many voices in our house back then. And if, it was only mine. Or recently, the baby's crying. But this voice was deep. It was my father's voice. He called me. When I looked up surprised, he was standing there with the baby strapped in front of him and Mama next to him smiling. They told me to come. I wondered what they were so happy about. And then I saw the bicycles. Mama couldn't bicycle because of her balance. But this day we taught her anyway. It was a really exiting and funny and happy day. One of the best we ever had. There was this moment of fear when Mama bicycled down this way to us and suddenly a tractor appeared behind her. It was honking but of cause Mama didn't notice. She was laughing happily and waving at us and we were waving back trying to tell her to get out of the way. But she didn't. She didn't notice anything until the tractor managed to go past her.
But all in all it was a really happy day. Running around and bicycling and laughing. All three of us and the baby happy.
But it also was one of those days that, when I look back now, I'm not sure if I don't wish it never happened. It was the day Mama first learned how to bicycle. And bicycling was her end.
Muse: Lara Bischoff
Fandom: Jenseits der Stille (Misc Movies)
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