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When Shilli met a Spirit
“Where are you driving at such an hour?” He raged at me as if he was thinking I was going to settle down things with him.
I slammed the car’s door and threw my pointed heels at him. The maniac deserved it. How could he? After all my love, how could he?
It had been a week since the incident and I was driving like hell to the Southwest of Germany for a reason. So, why was I driving there? I should tell then……but before that, my petty introduction is necessary for detailed understanding.
Shilli Pepper, the birth certificate says, amorous and sweet, but people call me a dagger queen just because one night they found me holding a knife and a carved pumpkin. They did not know I was preparing for a Halloween look.
By my name, yes, I am a Chinese version but suitably Chinese Leftover suited me appropriately. I was left out by my family at a very young age and was delivered to my aunt in Germany for better care and education than they assumed so. My parents were not poor but they were into some servicing sector and thought my nourishment was getting deteriorated.
Selfish parents!
“Have I offended them by taking birth that they need to displace me afar?”
At the age of 8, they packed my things and bade me goodbye on Beijing airport, giving me a lollipop and wordless blessing.
Later, at the age of fifteen, I lost both. May their soul rest in peace!
Reports of my German aunt say “they died in an accident.”
The curriculum of the accident began in bed while making another baby. They were not satisfied by one species and they wanted another equally peculiar sibling like me. But this had more to do with the arrival of COVID and lockdown.
Mr. Covid got popular in China. But I am not to blame for Covid as I was here in Germany with my aunt for the entire time, licking Stracciatella.
Agitated citizens of Germany addressed a group of Chinese people to leave the country as soon as possible and when my packing was almost done, the very next day,
Arrived Lockdown in Germany.
Mr. Lockdown canceled not only flights but movements of humans as well.
Later, I came to know my mother and newborn died during delivery, and with that, dad died due to Covid.
We could not go and visit them due to restrictions imposed.
So ultimately there was no proper funeral as my aunt told me, they were wrapped in polythene and later dumped to burn.
Sad!
I am not sure if there were any relatives in China because all contacts were lost and restrictions were imposed on the citizens of China because of the severity of the pandemic. Secondly, Wuhan was blamed for the turmoil in the world wide.
Then what?
Losing parents incurred me no loss because my aunt cared me, loved me like her own daughter, and told me to swear that I will equally take care of her when she gets extremely old and cold. Why?
Because I was next in line to her inheritance. Amen!
Jokes apart!
During my brought up process, she passed my vital information which school and colleges failed to give.
She told me 100 ways to attract opposite sex and yet she was single, unmarried, and beautiful. Furthermore, she told intoxicating tale of love and sex and but hardly felt orgasm.
Poor aunt!
The pandemic era was spent in more fun with my aunt when she brought a photo album.
“Why are we looking at these pictures?”
“I will tell you who’s dead.”
“Sounds fun.”
My bonding with my German aunt went well until one day she told me a sad thing. “Today I am young, tomorrow I will be old and gone. Make good decisions in life and smile always.”
I nodded my head, smiled and told her, I shall never fear of anything in life.
Her last days arrived and at her funeral, I was the only person present and talking. I cared for the dead body and carried the proper funeral as per the terms and conditions specified to me.
I invited my neighbors too but they declined to join. Still, a motion of thanks for them as they dropped the corsage and garlands at the doorstep.
“What am I supposed to do with it? Aunt is buried three days ago.”
And hence, I unfettered them and put them back in the vase.
Apart from swaggering around the wealth, these neighbours had done nothing much and thus, their flowers do not deserve to be at the burial, I will rather carry fresh orchids.
After my aunt died, I was again a leftover.
But one fine day I met someone who became my elastic boyfriend. I called him to stay with me. He is lovable, charming, and attached to me like a magnet. He had enchanted me during the first initial days of my loneliness.
© pReeTi 😎😉
I slammed the car’s door and threw my pointed heels at him. The maniac deserved it. How could he? After all my love, how could he?
It had been a week since the incident and I was driving like hell to the Southwest of Germany for a reason. So, why was I driving there? I should tell then……but before that, my petty introduction is necessary for detailed understanding.
Shilli Pepper, the birth certificate says, amorous and sweet, but people call me a dagger queen just because one night they found me holding a knife and a carved pumpkin. They did not know I was preparing for a Halloween look.
By my name, yes, I am a Chinese version but suitably Chinese Leftover suited me appropriately. I was left out by my family at a very young age and was delivered to my aunt in Germany for better care and education than they assumed so. My parents were not poor but they were into some servicing sector and thought my nourishment was getting deteriorated.
Selfish parents!
“Have I offended them by taking birth that they need to displace me afar?”
At the age of 8, they packed my things and bade me goodbye on Beijing airport, giving me a lollipop and wordless blessing.
Later, at the age of fifteen, I lost both. May their soul rest in peace!
Reports of my German aunt say “they died in an accident.”
The curriculum of the accident began in bed while making another baby. They were not satisfied by one species and they wanted another equally peculiar sibling like me. But this had more to do with the arrival of COVID and lockdown.
Mr. Covid got popular in China. But I am not to blame for Covid as I was here in Germany with my aunt for the entire time, licking Stracciatella.
Agitated citizens of Germany addressed a group of Chinese people to leave the country as soon as possible and when my packing was almost done, the very next day,
Arrived Lockdown in Germany.
Mr. Lockdown canceled not only flights but movements of humans as well.
Later, I came to know my mother and newborn died during delivery, and with that, dad died due to Covid.
We could not go and visit them due to restrictions imposed.
So ultimately there was no proper funeral as my aunt told me, they were wrapped in polythene and later dumped to burn.
Sad!
I am not sure if there were any relatives in China because all contacts were lost and restrictions were imposed on the citizens of China because of the severity of the pandemic. Secondly, Wuhan was blamed for the turmoil in the world wide.
Then what?
Losing parents incurred me no loss because my aunt cared me, loved me like her own daughter, and told me to swear that I will equally take care of her when she gets extremely old and cold. Why?
Because I was next in line to her inheritance. Amen!
Jokes apart!
During my brought up process, she passed my vital information which school and colleges failed to give.
She told me 100 ways to attract opposite sex and yet she was single, unmarried, and beautiful. Furthermore, she told intoxicating tale of love and sex and but hardly felt orgasm.
Poor aunt!
The pandemic era was spent in more fun with my aunt when she brought a photo album.
“Why are we looking at these pictures?”
“I will tell you who’s dead.”
“Sounds fun.”
My bonding with my German aunt went well until one day she told me a sad thing. “Today I am young, tomorrow I will be old and gone. Make good decisions in life and smile always.”
I nodded my head, smiled and told her, I shall never fear of anything in life.
Her last days arrived and at her funeral, I was the only person present and talking. I cared for the dead body and carried the proper funeral as per the terms and conditions specified to me.
I invited my neighbors too but they declined to join. Still, a motion of thanks for them as they dropped the corsage and garlands at the doorstep.
“What am I supposed to do with it? Aunt is buried three days ago.”
And hence, I unfettered them and put them back in the vase.
Apart from swaggering around the wealth, these neighbours had done nothing much and thus, their flowers do not deserve to be at the burial, I will rather carry fresh orchids.
After my aunt died, I was again a leftover.
But one fine day I met someone who became my elastic boyfriend. I called him to stay with me. He is lovable, charming, and attached to me like a magnet. He had enchanted me during the first initial days of my loneliness.
© pReeTi 😎😉
