The meeting

O you who forced me into exile for her sake, suppressed my longing for her forcedly, and entered another world voluntarily, perhaps this effort of mine will fragrant some of its fruits. In one of the green areas of Britain, there is an area consisting of scattered houses that adorn the green aesthetic, of course, in the northwest of England, especially the Lakes District. These lakes are sitting next to a young man, who seems to be accustomed to passing on them almost daily so that his eyes can calm down and settle on the clear view that calms his feelings. He used go to this place since he was young, as he recalls his memories with his parents, who used to go there every Saturday and have a joyful day. -I knew you were going to be here (a girl in her twenties interrupted him with a calm smile to hide her confusion) -Maria!! You came at the right time (he said it cheerfully and patted his hand on the place next to him), so she also sat, looking forward to his laughter turning into an atmosphere of sadness, she understood what was going through his mind as usual. he misses his parents At the same moment, a heartbreak broke Maria's feelings to pieces -As always Mister Peter preferred to stay alone here and left me, poor woman, to look for him (she said to give him an air of fun) to surprise her with a laugh that captured her soul, that was interrupted by the sounds of the birds of the league, so she spontaneously raised her eyes and followed them with her eyes indifferent to those black eyes with anticipation, which drowned in the sea of ​​her eyes little by little. Maria said while looking at the sky: - How I wished I could turn into a bird even for a few minutes Peter replied: -My little girl still has this wish since her childhood - Of course, yes, some wishes remain stuck in our minds until we fulfill them or bury them with us after our death -Maybe if it was an easy wish to come true, I would help you then fly your chestnut hair to glow more in the sun and become messy ha-ha -I can't believe it, did you just make fun of my hair? My hair that I always take care of my to get that shiny!! Interrupted by disapproval: - Enough, I'm just joking, this hair that you are proud of, never forget that I was the one who convinced Aunt Ozzy not to cut it up since your childhood and let it grow until it was as you see it. Maria confidently replied: -Of course, so that I have the most beautiful hair in this village, even the eyes -Of course, I won't deny it I will not deny your childish personality that brings me back my passion and reminds me of my purpose in life. (He said it in his mind), and then he regained consciousness to reveal that it was late and he stood up spontaneously. -Come on, Maria, your mother must be looking for you (he said as he gave her his hand to get up) -I think she got used to my absence because she knows the reason and of course, she will understand me since I'm with you. They remained in that state, on their way from serious fun, until Maria reached her home, and Peter greeted Aunt Ozzy from afar, smiling, then left for his home with feelings that tickled his heart warmly. Fresh morning and bright green, Peter awoke to its beauty, listening to the usual crow of the rooster, for in the country it was so natural, Peter felt the difference of the crowing of this day, which seemed to be a special morning, saying: -What a lively morning, different rooster crowing, clear blue sky, cow mooing too, sure it was from Aunt Ozzy's cows, lol, (Peter said with a positive laugh, turning from the window). Peter caught a glimpse of Aunt Ozzy milking her cow from the window, and spontaneously greeted her, and she saluted him too, Then she nodded her head over the milk so that Peter understood that she was going to have breakfast with him like all his days in the village, he ate what Aunt Ozzie had given him of delicious pancakes and drank fresh and curdled milk after he had finished eating and drinking he thanked her gratefully with a smile that never left him. Peter came to his house and began preparing his coffee, but his thoughts were still controlling him... He does not know whether to venture and implement that idea or wait until he finds another suitable idea, he shakes his head trying to remove his tension, and lost his thoughts, he takes out the table and chair to the courtyard, and brings his coffee, he decided to enjoy his day, this is what made him feel proud Because he was encouraged and came out of his isolation, even for this day. Peter has lived since his youth isolated from the outside world and did not complete his studies like the majority of rural youth due to the remoteness of the university from his home and the lack of what it takes to pay for university housing, that loneliness made him a prisoner of his thoughts, as the environment of the rural routine helped him in that. Peter spent most of his time in those moments, enjoying his various hobbies, the first of which was drawing, which he loved very much, He still remembers at the time that he was living in his grandmother's house, he used to seclude himself in a place overlooking the valley or on the green lands because his grandmother's house was multi-view, it was a prosperous paradise full of blessings. He was inspired by his ideas from those picturesque perspectives, he was creative and talented in his paintings, as he found his full comfort in drawing nature in particular, but sometimes he would draw portraits, the first of which was on one time when he began to draw a face, to be found by a nine-year-old girl, how was that possible? What is the relationship between them? And how was he able to imagine her features and draw them when he had never known her? Many questions put him at a loss, blue eyes like an angel! Silky hair falling on her shoulders, innocent but prominent features! ... As for his second hobby, he was playing the violin, and he loved the arts for him. He did not consider it an art only, but it was another world he resorted to, in which he liberated his imagination and dreams, a beautiful world in which he and his parents are alone, in the nearby and usual garden, sometimes playing handball with his father enjoying it, and sometimes sneaking into his mother's while she is preparing kebabs with love and a smile that does not leave her. Ah, on that swing that his father prepared for him from the rope, he could not describe his joy at that time, it was tied tightly between two tall trees, and he did not want to stop swinging, holding the sides of the rope firmly, imagining himself flying in the sky, until he was about to fall, and he did not He leaves it’s only with difficulty. His only mother's fingers he had, combing his hair for him every night before bed while making up a fictional story for Peter the hero, who wanted to be a good policeman one day, but unfortunately small dreams fade away completely when we grow up, as we have other interests, our minds always want to try new things that we didn't think of as a child. His last hobby was cooking, the cooking that his mother prepared. Her food was simple, traditional, and delicious. Until now, he has not found a dish more delicious than his mother's. Even if he found it, in the absence of his mother, he does not find pleasure in eating it. Learning to cook was difficult for him, how many times did he cut his finger instead of cutting onions, and how many times did his hands get burned from so much cooking until he almost gave up and left it, his memories made him associate with cooking, trying tens or even thousands of times to recall his old times to remember the food that was His mother prepares it, which he always loved it, he did not forget the first dish he succeeded in achieving, which was eggs with tomatoes, an easy and quick dish that may seem simple, but in his view, it was the greatest achievement, this was after reading the cookbook that he found with difficulty, little by little he will know Of course it will only be a matter of time. Yes, he did not succeed from the first moment, and he did not consider it a failure either. Rather, he considered it an experience trying to avoid mistakes in the coming times. Peter began to rectify his mistakes, so he started cooking with comfort and pride. He kept this hobby for himself and did not share it with anyone for fear of society's closed view on some issues. Peter collected his thoughts and got up to do his work, suddenly he saw her coming towards him smiling, he could not be certain that it was the smile of a miserable child with joy, as if she had accomplished something important, and she was carrying in her hands a plate with something that he couldn’t recognize that was covered with a soft cloth it seems, He smiled without feeling, surprised, then he narrowed his eyes a little and said: -I will not say good morning this time, for your face suggests good news Maria laughed at his words and then replied: -For me, it is one of the best mornings Then, her eyes widened with excitement. Look what I cooked (removed the lid) and finally, for the first time, I was able to cook the cake and succeeded, not like other cakes. It's an orange cake (pointing to the top layer with her head) and decorated with walnuts and of course oranges too, I'm so proud of myself. Peter's face was not devoid of happiness mingled with astonishment, then he added spontaneously: It's a good job on your part. You must have worked hard, I'm so proud of you. He gets up quickly and says: Please take a seat, I will bring another chair and a plate so that we can see and taste this cake of yours. Perhaps it will not explode from the long waiting to be eaten. He ended his words with guffaws of spontaneous laughter.