A Love Wish

Another sleepless night just might drive me insane.The night rides in on a horse of pure midnight velvet, beckoned by the stars under a the glow of a full moon. As the colours of the day rest, perhaps dream of the morrow, the hillside becomes its monochrome beauty, shapes that make an ever-changing, ever-present puzzle, question and answer united. In this night we all become one, from rock to plant to animal, one promise of life awaiting the return of the day.I heard the creaking sound of the door opening. I turned my face towards the door and saw Helena. She bought some stuff for us.She carefully moves toward me without making any sound. She doesn't want to wake up taffy. She handed me the bag and asked me in a low voice, if I needed anything else I quickly checked in the bag and everything was in there. I thanked her and told her I have everything. "Alright, how is she doing? I'll check up on you guys tomorrow"" She is doing fine and thank you again for helping us" " No worries I am just returning a favor"She said goodbye to me and headed out of the room. I hold the taffy to my shoulder and she is smaller than a bag of sugar from the grocers. Tiny toes peek from his blanket, dangling in the summer breeze. Her head, a crazy mass of brown curls not yet rubbed bald from lying in her crib, wobbles beneath her supporting hand. I gently pat her on the back.When I hold her in my arms every pain goes away… 2 years ago... I overheard a man weeping as he was told, “I’m sorry, sir. The plane has already departed and you have missed the flight. There is nothing we can do.”People are in a hurry thinking that they might miss their flight. They are rushing to and fro about the airport. A man is arguing with the airport manager that he must reach his destination in time lest he miss his meeting. A young man trying to dodge all the people rushing about as he pushes his mom in a wheelchair.There are long queues at the departures and there are many restless people waiting for someone who has arrived or is going to arrive. People are restlessly wandering through the luggage and are busy finding their belongings. Planes are landing and taking off every few minutes. Arrivals are being announced and the sighs of relief the mothers are having having heard their son has landed safely. The voices of people being irritated having heard that the flight they had been waiting for the past three hours has been delayed.There is an annoying noise of infants crying. Workers are moving the lines of the trolleys to the store. Children are trying to help their father push the trolleys carrying their luggage as they about the airport. All this is happening while I sit in my chair and patiently wait for my flight. There are sighs of relief when we find out that we are about to depart in about fifteen minutes.I was so not excited about going on vacation to my grandparents house not because I don't like them it's just like my cousin and my parents were showing too much on these kinds of trips... well yeah we are rich but that doesn't mean we are kept showing everyone. I don't like it my only dream is to live a simple and normal life without any of these Boujee thing. I got up from the chair and holds my bag and moves toward the terminal.After the security check I finally got in the plane clung to the armrests of the airplane seat as it gained enough speed and finally lifted off. This was not a trip I wanted to take, but I had to. I owed it to her. I slid back until I found a comfortable position and drifted off. I stared into space and I found myself lost deep inside my complex web of thoughts. There were no words to be spoken and there were none that could possibly comfort me. My stomach growled, it had been three days since my last decent meal. I didn't pay any attention to it because my hunger wasn't my main concern at the time. Finally overpowered by exhaustion, I fell into a deep, profound sleep.The next morning I was awoken by a stewardess announcing it was time for breakfast. The thought of food turned my stomach growls . It was still dark outside when the plane landed. My watch read 5:30 a.m. Once done with the endless paperwork, I walked into a room full of eager faces. I searched through the strange faces until I recognized a familiar smile, one that I hadn't seen for two years. I dashed up to my cousin and greeted him with a proper hug. He hasn't changed a bit.This was not my first trip to Hawaii but it was certainly one I would never forget. The city seemed different as we drove to the upper east side of island, I remember thinking we had landed in a strange city by mistake. Everything seemed distinctly odd. There was something different in the air and I seemed to be the only person who could perceive it. We turned on the corner of 63rd street and I recognized the My grandparents beach house. I was filled with warm memories of the holidays and the hot summer days I had spent in this house.My cousin Vinny parked the car in the driveway. I get off the car and glance around the area.l always loved to look up at the house from the walkway, at this viewone could see the perfection of the lavish structure. The roof peruse over the porch blocking some sunlight giving way to the right amount.The numerous coconut trees at the sides of the house were all crooked but yet still formed a prodigiousOne of my pattern favourite experiences of the beach house as a child was collecting the eccentric sea shells that were on or deep within the soft, white, crystallised sand.I moved forward towards the main entrance of the house.