Diamonds for Tears

Short childhood and Blanca

Should you ask anyone what they remember about their childhood. They would probably supply you with a few stories. But you see I do not have that many memories. I guess they are supressed, or that is what I read in a book.

What I can tell you are some very beautiful memories of the surrounding forest and fields that now are probably just houses. Because you see, when I was a child there were not so many houses because families liked to live together. Yeah, tell me about it. They actually survived living together. But then again, it was a different time. It feels like a lifetime ago, or maybe two.

You know how every child has friends. They play in the mud, make mud pies. A lot of fun. Happy memories. Well, not for me. I remember I tried to ride the pig when I was 5, or the fact that I would read all day!

My favourite place to read was the lavender field. Because in the summer, not only was the smell amazing but right in the middle of it was an old willow tree that provided a lot of shade, places to climb and even sleep. Yes, I sometimes fell asleep on the thick branches, in the old willow tree. A special place, because it was my escape, my secret fort. But it is also the place where I met my best friend Blanca. She was left here, in Dumbrăveni with her grandparents because her parents had gone to Italy to work. So, coming back to the moment we met, she was walking her dog and that little rat, sorry, that little puddle started barking at me. The little devil, sorry, the little demon, scared me in my sleep and I fell. Fortunately, the lavender bushes cushioned my fall and some bruises and scratches later, Blanca was crying and I could not find a way to comfort her. So, I finally hugged her, even if it was against my nature, and she eventually calmed down. After the whole incident the dog was persona non grata for us, it hated me like no tomorrow, but Blanca and I became close, like sisters.

Reading took me in another world. A world of fantasy. It was my escape.

I had a good, almost ok, childhood. We had problems, sometimes fight but my mother found a husband and had my brother. It was ok. Henry would occasionally drink, but he was a talkative drunk. He would keep me and my mother awake until the small hours of the night. Until he fell asleep in his chair.

Fast forward to 16. An interesting year where I started to get noticed at school.

I was far away from my brother and mother. They, and I mean Henry, decided to send me to relatives so I can have a proper education. I was in Cluj, at my aunt and uncles house. Funny thing was that Blanca had persuaded her parents to let her continue her studies in Cluj also. This made my world a lot better, knowing she was there for me.

My aunt was a stay at home wife. And my uncle was is the army, he was a hard man to understand. They were strict with everything from clothes, to what we ate, to when we ate, to what I would do after school. It was ok as long as I did what they ask of me, clean, cook, wash the clothes. I was a live-in made for them because they would always complain that my mother did not send money. So, I had to work for them.

Every day would go like a dream. School was the only time we could spend time, Blanca and I, or the occasional sneak out of the house. At home with the chores, the homework.

I loved going to school. My best friend was there, Blanca. An oddball but I loved her just the same.

"Hey Rose you daydreaming again?" Blanca had a habit of interrupting my daydreams.

"Mm mm, sorry, I was imagining how it would be to live some place different." As I usually do.

"Well you could come with me to Italy for the summer vacation?!" Blanca asked. Her parent worked very hard and managed to buy a restaurant there. It was a small one, but it was going very well for them.

But as I took too long to respond " Oh, please, pretty please."

"You know I ..." But she did not wait for me to finish.

"Everything is paid for, I asked my parents and we have jobs, at their restaurant. So that is settled!"

I was looking in her eyes. She was so sincere and I could not refuse. I mean who would refuse a trip to Italy, even if it was a small town resort, even if you worked in a restaurant?!

"Yes ... YES" I started to get excited. Now all that remains is to tell my family.

Oh well, here it goes ...

So, this should be easy. Right? Nothing to worry.

Little did I know that would be one of my problems. Because they flat out said: ”NO!”

Ok. maybe you are wondering what I might have told them to get such a harsh no. Well I simply asked, can I go work in Italy with my friend Blanca at her family restaurant. And I never got to tell the best part and that the travel is already paid by her parent and that I would be coming back with money.

My only thought was how to convince them to allow me. Why you ask?! Because I am still a minor. At least until I turn 18 in 1 year and 8 months.

I am considering manipulation, neah, I do not know how to. Mm mm, how about hypnosis, might give it a try.

Neah, I will try again in the morning, at breakfast. Just let it all out in the open and hope for the best.

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Morning comes. I feel excited. Like something good is going to happen.

” Mom, can I talk to you? „ I ask a little groggy from just waking up.

” Yes dear, after breakfast, your father is leaving for work. He found a job but it is very far. „

” Ok.” was all I could say. All the while thinking that him leaving is a great opportunity. Mom will be more relaxed. And maybe say yes.

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Breakfast went by uneventful; we just ate in silence. And quickly after, as if he could not get away faster, he got up, got his bags and said goodbye to us.

After the door closed, my brother went outside to play. And mom turned to face me and ask:

” So dear what was it you wanted to talk about? „

” canIpleasegotoItalywith Blanca? „ I just said it so fast that she was just looking at me wide-eye trying to process what I just said.

” Please take a breath, go slow, so I can understand.” Was all my mother could say.

So after a few seconds that seemed like hours to me she just said:

” Yes. „

With no second thought, no emotion. Just yes. And let me add, I am not one to look at a gift horse in the mouth. I just took all she said as good and started to prepare for Italy with Blanca.

YEEEY. Italy here we come!