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She assumed it was going to be just another ordinary
Wednesday… or was it Thursday?
Here we go again. Same old, same old, she thought as she
rolled out of the creaky bed into the predictable drudgery which blurred one day into another.
Swirling the same yesterday’s dirt with her broom like she did the day before
and the day before that.
Waiting for hours to pass, until the scorching heat settles
the dusty streets from all its swirly noises and all the juicy gossip eagerly
exchanged at the hearsay market. Sheltered by the bristling sun from the
bristling tongues, she would finally step outside and leave the rickety protection
of her house to get the water she needs…
…to quench her thirst… ah
so thirsty…
…to wash her dirt… feel
so dirty…
It hadn't always been like this though.
She had dreams. She truly did. Now she calls them illusions.
She had hopes. She
honestly did. Now she calls them hallucinations.
She had… faith? Now all that was left was bitter cynicism.
She used to feel like she was
actually the lucky one.
The mixture in her blood made her… how
shall I say? Different? Perhaps, uniquely equipped to enjoy
the best of both worlds. Back then, she felt like she won some cosmic lottery and her
jagged heritage lines have fallen to her in beautiful places. That she could
appreciate, that she could savor like no other the goodness of the Almighty God
poured out generously beyond limits and beyond borders.
The mixture in her blood carved her features that made her
look elusive and exotic. No other woman quite like her. This
gave her an irresistible appeal, a magnetic attraction among men but it also awakened deeply
buried insecurities and thinly veiled jealousy among women.
Somehow, for quite a while, she managed to remain oblivious to both.
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