Lady of Sorrows

Im writing Chapter 37 write now bs ams i read the finale of "The Man Who Knows Loubies" that was written by QueenB and Zuzzy and they had a pictured attached of shoes that had red soles and it sort of inspired me to write this short random post.

I was writing it in my head last night while i was half asleep in bed LOOL bs woke up w knt nasya ina ams ga3da i mentally write something so il3a9r w ana ga3da achayk my blogspot dashboard shft the picture again and remembered fa i wrote it and decided to post it 3la ma u guys wait for chapter 37.

Bs please you guys i said this once w walla kilish ma wedi i say this again because i am so not that type of person bs 7mdila i have 43 followers i know you guys are reading bs may9er i only get 3 or 4 comments 3la kil post its not fair. 

I need your feedback walla it makes a worlda difference lama i write a chapter knowing im going to get comments. Ana mara7 i change my writing wla ra7 agoolkm mako post or anything like that because i know all of you are reading it and it wont be the right thing to do bs can you guys please comment more i seriously need it. Thanks :*

Anywayz waayyydd gragt hehehe so here it is ;)

   As she walked towards the large glass doors the sounds from her heels filled up the hallway as they clicked on the ground causing the sound vibrations to bounce off the walls producing an echo. The bright red soles of her high heels would show one at a time as she took her steps until the sole of her right foot remained in mid air while she leaned onto the glass door and pushed it open.
 
   The slight cold air from the outside blew her golden brown curled hair off her shoulders and as she took a step into the bright green live garden her hair settled back onto her shoulders and back once again. She stood there and shut her eyes for a while breathing in the freshness the sun produces as it shines on the grass and trees. She sighed at the smell as a warm radiant smile formed across her face.
 
   She has missed this place a lot. The wonderful days, months, and years she spent out here. She would trade anything in this world for just another morning out here. She walked towards the grass and stood there staring at it as memories began to flood into her brain.
 
   She took her heels off, one at a time, them carefully and gently stepped forward onto the beaming green grass. She walked on it so delicately and slowly as if she feared this whole scene would disappear in the blink of an eye or the small grass stems would break from the pressure being exerted from the soles of her feet.
 
   As she sat herself down on the grass and extended her legs, she felt the tickling grass on her bare legs since she was wearing a skirt. She lowered her back and head until she was laying flat and staring upwards to the sun. Sun rays were dancing on her skin.
 
   She turned her head to left to examine the tree that is now so huge. It was once a tiny tree that was still aiming to reach the sky but from where she was looking it has grown and went beyond the sky. As she noticed the two thick sandy ropes that are still hanging on the thick branch of the tree she let out a childish innocent laugh and quickly jumped on her feet and began to skip her way towards the tree. She held one of the ropes as jumped off her feet twisting herself and sitting on the swing.

   The swing was going higher and higher as she pushed herself. Every time she went up all she could see was the sky and when she went back down she got the feeling you get when you ride a roller coaster and it goes down a sudden drop. The butterflies always reminded her of her childhood when her father would push the swing causing her to go so high. Despite the butterflies and the slight fear she always wanted to go higher. So high that it would actually be possible for the swing to flip over the branch.

   She allowed the swing to slowly settle back down and come to a stop. She got up from the swing and went back to where she left her heels. She grabbed them and went to settle down on the Toscana farm-inspired dining table collection and put her heels back on. As she took a deep breath she stood up and sighed, walked towards the glass doors and stood in front of it for 2 seconds and turned around to look at the garden one last time. She took it all in. Imprinting every fine detail into her memory fearing she would forget this place.

   She closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of the garden one last time and walked out through the glass doors without looking back. She made her way to the entrance of the house where she bumped into her nanny. Without saying a word she gave her a warm hug to thank her for everything she has done, especially for making this visit to her beloved garden possible.

   Her nanny didn't want to let go. She raised her as if she was her own daughter and loved her to pieces. She finally loosened her grip and let go but just as the main door was opened she called out for her knowing she might never get another chance to say this to her "Lola..."

   Lola turned around to look at the only mother she has ever had. "Sí.." Thats the only word she was able to form. Her heart was aching, she didn't expect to see her nanny which is making this a lot more harder. "Your father has breakfast in the garden every morning no matter what the weather is like, its the only time where he feels close to you.... he really misses you mi bebita."

   A single tear fell down from the pool that has formed in her eyes. "I know mamá but i can't come back, not now... i just can't" She went back to her nanny and kissed the crown of her head and then left. She closed the main door and got into her car and drove off, again without looking back. As much as she wanted to look at her house one last time since she didn't know when the next time she was going to be here again is, she just didn't.


Lola [LO-luh] is a feminine given name, a short form of the Spanish name Dolores and German name Aloisia, meaning "sorrows", a name taken from a title of the Virgin Mary: Virgen Maria de los Dolores, or Our Lady of Sorrows.