The Chances Of Blowing Wishes, Capturing Butterflies And The Star Song

This is my recount story about a childhood memory. It is about what happened and how it happened and what I was like around then.

The Chances Of Blowing Wishes, Capturing Butterflies And The Star Song

Spring intervened, nine years ago, at the year 2005 (Two Thousand And Five) when I was three and destiny overtook my life meeting a certain girl who was my age. Her name was Sela and she was my futuristic friend that I met. The night before this day I had a dream of what would happen, to prevent that from happening I reluctantly avoided meeting her. At that time I was in the car with my brother and my mother hearing the car coming back to life, roaring with existence. Me and my family were on a trip to the field just for me but it was unplanned for me and Sela to meet but we did.

I encountered Sela, her illuminated charcoal hair glistened underneath the sun swishing to the right side of her where the wind pulled. Her eyes was full of attention and distorted into chestnut color. Her skin was ravishingly copper and ruby painted lips was perfected fully. I looked at her with a brief look and carefully eyed her like a tiger watching it’s prey. The prophecy that was foretold in my dream was my legacy, our legacy.

When she turned around I tensed in her eyes because I saw myself. A girl with curly hair colored brunette with a texture of auburn hair lingered in Sela’s eyes. The girl had scarlet cheeks like a raging fire and lips pale red like a blossom tree in the snow. The girl had eyes of a tiger featured in the color caramel with skin of a tanned person who had pale skin until they went to the beach but some places the sun couldn’t make the effort to shine on some areas on the body like underneath her arms is pale and her legs are pale. Her clothes made her look like a boy, it actually made her look like she was a tomboy with only brothers. I realized that I was looking at me. Me, being a complete idiot at that age said,”Move, your in the way!” in a harsh tone. She examined me only for a moment then laughed but being three I guessed you would have laughed as well.

We introduced ourselves, like a book summoning characters. She said,”Hi, I’m Sela and ummm...I want to be friends!”. I looked at her, she was full of determination and commitment so I agreed to be the bestest friend I could ever be, since i've never really had any friends, I was more of an independent little girl. It was only early in the morning but it felt like forever, like I have been talking to someone that was not real, but stranger than a angel but far away from being an alien. There was something special about her, something I couldn’t understand.

The skies blurred into a shade of pink altered with a amethyst contrast and a peachy smudge like the sky was a piece of art. We were blowing fairies and wishes as the night fell and twilight was the break of dawn for this night.

Our parents had warned us not to wander far and we didn’t understand their language so we ignored them. I remembered the dream I had instantly as we wandered lost in our imagination,in my dream we were in a dark place exactly like where we were now, where only shadows and silhouettes lived. We diverged in a unfamiliar direction searching desperately for our parents. The smell interrupted my thoughts instantly making me turn to wait for Sela who was about to let rain down on her face silently even though the sky was clear like a velvet blanket covered with shattered diamonds.

As three year olds you could understand how we felt, which was the feeling of being alone and being the only one by yourself as if know one existed but you, like how Adam in the beginning was until Eve was made and he wasn’t alone. As a hushed snore was uttered by Sela’s lips I hummed our secret lullaby to the sleeping girl who knew nothing of the situation we were in currently. Our secret is our song that only we know, we call it ‘The Star Song’.

Red and blue lights blur into the the darkness surrounding us with sirens deafening our ears with irritation. Men in black pick us up and carry us back to our family, he was what we call ‘The Deliverer’. Our hearts beat in sync like a beat following each other until the drop follows in and silence of our happiness exploits within a moment. Our hearts calm down like the moon after a long day, we looked away and got carried away in our dreams and we thought we would never see each other again, well we thought wrong.