"LIVING THE DREAM"

Before kitty left she handed me a card containing a photo. I couldn't interpret what was in the photo. I struggled with the piece for days trying to figure out what was in there. In the photo, there was the sun penetrating right to the back of a house-shaped drawing closer to the sea with a boat on the sand. It was a very beautiful photo I have looked at it for weeks trying to figure out what it was saying.

I had gone for three weeks without seeing Kitty and I have not seen the midnight light through the window, I was worried that something might have happened to her. "I have needed to understand this photo." this could mean everything I'm looking for". "Maybe Kitty was telling me something I needed to know". Maybe she just wanted me to look at the photo and enjoyed its painting of natural reflection." I keep getting confused as to what she was trying to say through the photo.

It has gotten worse, I cunningly asked my dad and he was able to make some sense from the photo.

Finally, he made a huge sense. This whole time Kitty was trying to tell me that at sunset closer to their house every sunset. I never thought she was telling me where to find her. How stupid I was, how I never thought of this. Poor Kitty must have been waiting for me all this while. "She might have even stopped going there," I said to myself. "What if she got tired of waiting? What if she starts thinking that I don't want to be with her? What if she thinks that I am dismayed over her disabilities?". Wish I had the chance to truly become deaf and dumb and never had started schooling; I could sacrifice my destiny just to be with her. Wish I had power over sign language. I could use all the signs that symbolize love, Passion, obsession beauty until none is there to be used. I could communicate through nature until the mountains echo every message I had sent to her. The world could have seen beauty in signs and not through the face, had I been able to communicate through signs.

I felt the pain of not being able to reach her with the very small piece of love message "I love you".

I had always loved it outside of our house. Oh! Poor me, I can't even see it from the picture, the sunset by the sea at the back of Kitty's house has been my favorite views of all I get from the evening. I do enjoy it; it was quite amazing out there.

It was morning, that day and I had waited all day for sunset to arrive and it did as it never disappoints anybody. I rushed down the house to the back of Kitty's house, but I couldn't find her there. I wonder why but as I thought she might have gotten tired of waiting or maybe the photo is not telling me she will be here.

For a minute I felt a cold touch with palms so soft with self-generated perfume, even in the thickest of cloths I still feel, her warmth to my shoulder. That minute I knew it was kitty's as I turned around to have a view of her rhythmic and her soothing beauty, I paused for a while until she threw sand on me. I gained consciousness and came back to real life that moment you could tell I was dreaming but it was all real. We played for over two hours and it was time for the kitty to go. We departed to our homes and none of us wanted to go but it was time and we needed to because we are not of our own, we just wish we could grow old and do the old.

Day after day we keep seeing each other, affection grows for each other, and we played on the sand and every part of the beach. Sometimes we closer to the sea, play with the water and run, and as days, weeks and months passed Kit become very depressed trying to tell me something I couldn't understand. I tried to learn the sign language through her but it wasn't enough. Now I could understand when she says "grandma is asleep". She also made me understand that the old woman has been punishing her heavily. I could see the marks that run through her back forming shapes of everlasting rods, as she showed her back to me her eyes filled with tears. I wept most of the time; I wanted to prosecute the old woman but Kitty would not let me. From her looks I could understand that won't want me to tell anybody, there is something she needed me to do. I tried telling my parents but they wouldn't listen. Things got worst and Kitty always wanted to tell me something, she gave me series of paintings and yet I couldn't figure out anything from those, I think she was trying to tell e something. I was so on the moon with her everyday presence so I couldn't pay much attention to the paintings. The truth was I hadn't even look at them.

Things changed Kitty was no longer coming to the place we use to meet and I couldn't find her at Grandma Magdalene's house either. The silence grew at their house and fear of evil encroaches on me. It has been three months without Kitty and I was still showing up for the sunset at our regular place of meeting.