What you will be reading is just an invented story that I had to write for school during my Christmas break. You will obviuosly find some similarities with James Joyce because my intend was to imitate him. Hope you like 🙂
Charlotte was a woman who while taking part to a reconciliation party with all her city friends which she met in high school, at a certain point, looking out of the window left ajar she saw a flower whose perfume was lulling her thoughts where for an instance she was neither there listening to the conversation, nor thinking to something else. That perfume inhibited her mind making her understand that her origins were modest, yet more joyful compared to the contest where she was now; more snobbish and unsatisfying.
Nevertheless now she is there. She finally arrived where she always wanted to be even though that demanded strain, sweat and tears. Since she was a child she always wished to make carrier and become economically richer and now that all her dreams had become true she was about to reconsider all the choices that she have made in life.
Knowing that her parents were still working at the farm while she was there drinking champagne and living in luxury made her feel ashamed. However what gripped her more was that she could not talk about her past with those people so what she did all night was nodding her head.
Once she finally got home meanwhile she was undressing her-self and putting away her fancy dress, from her wardrobe felt a box which contained old photos portraying her with her grandfather. He was a man who always gave her all the love that she needed especially in her dark moments where her existential questions came afloat as lotus on a pond during the day. She also remembered with nostalgia her happy day when she and her grandfather passed their evenings picking flowers from the field and looking for the hen new nest where probably there were also eggs. Although this, that box had not been opened from ages because the only thing she wanted was to forget. She couldn’t deal with the fact that once she had that accident which for many years destroyed her reputation. Her head broke in many pieces when she was just three years old and this bought her to be physically inappropriate for society standards of beauty. Just eventually after the death of her beloved grandfather her family finally had the money for paying medical and school rent.
She wanted to forget her past forever. Making that old and waste away Charlotte Doom die and rewinding till the start for beginning a new life with a new person; the new Charlotte.
However while looking to those photos she remember something that before of then was forgotten which were the words that her grandfather told her before of dying: “My sweet little granddaughter always once I’m gone please promise me to always remember what I’m about to tell you. Our family have always lived as a calycanthus: during our toughest times we knew how to survive and how to be eventually remember. Even you who now seem to be so frail and weak, you will see how things in the future will change and you will become who everyone now don’t expect you to become. Don’t worry, you’ll make it right.”
“Yes he was right” was thinking Charlotte a bit amazed of that strange memory which seemed distorted.
Yet another memory of her grandfather came to her mind and that was when he told her to don’t worry about the other family members once she will achieve her dreams and will become richer, because everyone in the past have had the chance to change and it had been their choice if to try or not to fulfill their dream. Each one of us is the leader of their own life.
Charlotte was crying. How could she have forgotten that promise that inside of it had also many advises?
In the end she went to bed tired yet reliesed of having made peace with her past and from now on she will never forget of who she was and the difficulties that had to live for reaching her present.