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“The growing thorn”
A little girl at morning sobbed in her small square room. Her great grandmother had recently passed away and she could not understood why, not why she was dead. But why was she not able to say good-bye? It felt as an unsent letter, never having the chance to be turned into its destination. She had a pedestal in her room, a small crystal one attached to the alabaster wall. It holded at the end of the rectangle a picture of her parents in a sapphire frame, next was an onyx small doll, a lapis diary, two of her many guardian angels, and at the very end a representation of her beloved great grandmother. Days before her constant cry, she placed a beautiful single red rose in front of her great grandmother in a ceramic …show more content…
I remember as if it was yesterday, small--but beautiful. The outside walls were made of gold and decorated with crystals. The entrance was incredible as the doors would be opened by two respectable men welcoming the audience.
Long before that, one afternoon, I decided to see “The Phantom of the Opera,”as I was recommended to attend, but never at night. I remember the place so luxurious, beautiful, and deep affection that I felt for that place in one night so much that I wished to own it.
That starry night, as I arrived home, my mailbox was open, inside a pearly envelope with a ruby seal held the title of my new Opera House.
“How strange that no money was required,” I thought.
But I decided not to question it.
Next morning, I contentedly went to my new place. The actors, actresses, singers, musicians, and everyone welcomed me as they saw me, as if they knew who I was. They were forming a semicircle as I revealed the grand news:
“Dears, dears, I wish to inform all of you that I..”
“That you own this place right?!” a delighted dancer finished my sentence.
“Yes….how do you know?” I questioned.
“Oh we know, we all do...perhaps we would tell you later.”
“No..No,
“The growing thorn”
A little girl at morning sobbed in her small square room. Her great grandmother had recently passed away and she could not understood why, not why she was dead. But why was she not able to say good-bye? It felt as an unsent letter, never having the chance to be turned into its destination. She had a pedestal in her room, a small crystal one attached to the alabaster wall. It holded at the end of the rectangle a picture of her parents in a sapphire frame, next was an onyx small doll, a lapis diary, two of her many guardian angels, and at the very end a representation of her beloved great grandmother. Days before her constant cry, she placed a beautiful single red rose in front of her great grandmother in a ceramic …show more content…
I remember as if it was yesterday, small--but beautiful. The outside walls were made of gold and decorated with crystals. The entrance was incredible as the doors would be opened by two respectable men welcoming the audience.
Long before that, one afternoon, I decided to see “The Phantom of the Opera,”as I was recommended to attend, but never at night. I remember the place so luxurious, beautiful, and deep affection that I felt for that place in one night so much that I wished to own it.
That starry night, as I arrived home, my mailbox was open, inside a pearly envelope with a ruby seal held the title of my new Opera House.
“How strange that no money was required,” I thought.
But I decided not to question it.
Next morning, I contentedly went to my new place. The actors, actresses, singers, musicians, and everyone welcomed me as they saw me, as if they knew who I was. They were forming a semicircle as I revealed the grand news:
“Dears, dears, I wish to inform all of you that I..”
“That you own this place right?!” a delighted dancer finished my sentence.
“Yes….how do you know?” I questioned.
“Oh we know, we all do...perhaps we would tell you later.”
“No..No,