Those motley eyesA Story by Deliah She was a beautiful woman. Her motley eyes could just bore
every man that looked at her. Their green olive nuance that reflected from her
chestnut colored eyes was so intense that no one could really tell if they were
looking into a thick forest or the bottom of an ocean. Her warm heart radiated so much elegance and charisma. But at
the same time she was just that down to earth 27 years old girl that had the
ambitions of becoming a proud associate at the KFG " Architects, a Danish firm
that designed and built dozens of social housings and projects for people
living in dangerous and problematic circumstances. By working alongside with the
people - talking, listening and understanding their sad stories, the company
was aiming to resolve the unfair social situations caused mostly by poverty and
insecurity. Kezaya was just leaving the grocery store, where she bought
the usual bag of bananas, milk and oatmeal, the most inexpensive but healthy
choice of ingredients for her breakfast for the last 6 years. In her life she
always had to be very economical. The struggle for sufficient income was one of
the things that have always brought tears to Kezaya’s eyes. No one could see
her tears, but they could cut wounds so deep, straight into her heart, to the
point, where she could just start screaming till all of the pain got scared and
left her fragile and delicate body. But she really knew how to hide these
intense emotions and to control herself. For the last years she had learned the
real value of what life is all about and had a plan to change a lot with her
work so that other people could have the possibilities that they deserved. While she was walking down 9th Ave. with the paper bag in one hand and supporting
the bag with the other, someone stroke her tight. Or at least that’s what she
felt, when a little boy tried to stop her with obvious worry in his eyes in the
chaotic sidewalk of the frantic 9th avenue. She looked at him with a
warm smile that just in a second transformed into a genuine care after seeing
his wet eyes. - - I lost my mommy… can you help me find my mommy…
I lost her, and now I can’t find her… - - Oh, sweety! Come here! " she kneeled down and
put her hand on his shoulder, while her paper bag was still in the other hand.
She felt an overwhelming emotion when she looked at his scared eyes. She felt
thousands of goosebumps spreading through her body and her pulse accelerated so
that she could feel it in her throat. She was aware that she must stay calm and
continue with her soft voice, knowing that it was calming the little boy, that
was looking for his lost parent. " Where did you last see your mother? - - Over there, in the toy store. I wanted this
truck right here, but then I lost her. I lost her… one minute ago she was next
to me and then she was gone. Please help me find her! Kezaya heaved a sigh of relief because she knew that his
mother is maybe still in the store " most likely paying the toy. Those
accidents were no surprise in a city like this, where there were so many people
and the chaos was so unbearable. She then took the boy’s hand in hers. She
stood up and led the boy back to the store. Kezaya spoke again gently: - - Are you seeing your mommy now? Maybe over there
- where the cash desk is! A sudden scream of joy made Kezaya nearly jump in her spot. - - There she is…. Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! " he
screamed, while running toward a woman, wearing black leather jacket. The lady
looked very well dressed and her silhouette looked kind of familiar to Kezaya
and she suddenly felt strange overwhelming feeling. But at the same time Kezaya
felt happiness, seeing the boy running and grabbing in a hug the woman’s legs,
while she was still hectically talking to the cashier obviously in a search for
her lost child. After hearing the screaming voice the woman turned around,
her look was still blurry. She kneeled and hugged her son so hard after his
throwing himself at her. Both of them were crying tears of joy. Kezaya stood there " in her spot. She couldn’t move. Her
heart was speeding like a racing car. Her face turned white and she starred at
the lady in the black leather jacket who was hugging her son. Now standing up
the woman was carrying the boy in her warm embrace, and was slowly walking
toward the door of the store on her way out. She was looking Kezaya straight
into her eyes and Kezaya was doing the same without blinking. She was still standing
in her spot. Her body was slightly turning around, while following the woman’s
eyes, which were slowly moving away from her. - - Thank you! Kezaya almost didn’t hear the gentle and sincere words that
the lady said to her while nodding her head as a mark of gratefulness and
respect. The woman walked by holding her son. His chin was laying on her
shoulder and his arms and legs were hanging along her body. The only thing that Kezaya could now see were
the wet eyes of the little boy, now starring right at Kezaya’s face with
relief, joy and warmth. That beautiful
motley eyes, with that olive green fragrant in his otherwise dark chestnut
colored eyes. That was Kezaya’s son. The one she left for adoption in the
maternity ward six years ago, a couple of months after the sudden death of her
boyfriend, the father of her unborn son, the only man that she had ever loved.
He was killed one night on his way home from the grocery store from a gang that
did drugs. Desperate for 10$ they stabbed him in the stomach, because he didn’t
have any money on him, but some salad and tomatoes in a bag. Kezaya and her “man” have never had stable incomes because
they were studying at the time, but they always managed and they always had
their spirits lifted. They were young and the world was theirs. They had a plan
for raising their child and they knew that they will get through it, because
they were just so strong when they were together. Their lives were about to
change for the better. But after that cold, lonely night Kezaya knew she had to
give her baby for adoption, so that she could save it from the poverty and fear
she lived in growing up. The financially unstable environment, always trying to
save up money to get out of that god forsaken city she then was living in, was
something that she wanted to save her unborn child from. “What could have happened with our lives if he had had those
10$?”- question that Kezaya have asked herself every day for the last 6 years. And the only thing that she now had was the motley look of
that wet beautiful boy’s eyes that drifted more and more away in the din of the
city and the ambition to work toward the future that will give the people the
safety of living their happy little lives. © 2017 Deliah |
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Added on October 19, 2017 Last Updated on October 19, 2017 |