My life was completely shrouded in secrets and unanswered questions. Everything that was me or concerned me was hidden by a veil. My life was just a shadow and I was it's reflection.
My name is Ganesha. I'm almost of age and I was born under the monsoon. My father died in a car accident. My mother committed suicide less than a year later. I've been with my grandfather ever since. Before my mother died, she had cut contact with her father. I have asked my grandfather about this:
"Why did my mom stop talking to you?"
"I'm not sure I'm the one that should tell you."
"Well who is supposed to? She's not around to tell me."
"I guess so...I just don't want to talk about it."
"How is that fair? I want to know! I need to know."
"Sometimes we make mistakes that only the grave can quiet."
"Neither of us is in the grave."
"I'm not going to dredge up the past. Especially one where I have had to forgive myself all these years."
"Well when you get over your guilt, could you tell me?"
"This isn't a guilt you can get over. This isn't a mountain that I'm climbing. It's a galaxy that I'm still discovering and conquering everyday."
"These metaphors you are using are cryptic. What the hell could you've done? She did this to me. To us. If anyone has guilt it should be her."
Only a few people of my mother's past ever contact me. My godfather Daniel sends me stuff every year on my birthday and on Christmas. I've seen him only a handful of times. He is coming to my graduation though. I plan on asking him about my mother since he was her best friend. He'll be flying in from Virginia. I am determined to figure out who Evie was/is. Hopefully Daniel will be able to help me out.
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