ECHOES OF THE PAST
✍️The doors of the past are forever locked. The times of the past are gone forever. They can't be reversed nor can they be changed. The past leaves prints that can't be erased.
It can be gloomy, it can be sweet or bitter-sweet. The rhythms of the past and present merge. Echoes of the past, are impossible to leave behind. They swirl and dance, a never-ending waltz, a constant reminder of what was. It leaves scars that cannot be forgotten. Blotches that turn back into wounds, wounds that sting and hurt.
Emma Wilson is a 23-year-old lady who had to put up with the ups and downs of life. She struggled to recover from the trauma of the last three years, but now the burn scars on her face are hanging over her. A surviving victim of a fire outbreak, the same incident that took her parents' lives.
'I hate this......' Emma grumbled, holding a mirror.
'You have to put up with it though,' Sophie replied quietly.
'Kids can be annoying brats with no inch of sentiment,' Emma blurted out.
She and Sophie had just returned from shopping. She recalled how the small kids in the neighborhood pointed at her face. The kids probably thought she was a monster or someone from another planet. Her face looked different from the typical face, with no scars or burns. She wondered if people's view of children's innocence comes into play here, or if it unsettles them that a child can have developed little or no understanding of the more difficult of life's trials and nuances.
Two days ago, it was at a church where some people who weren't kids kept staring at her face. At least they could have stylishly stared...