Those Pretty Blind Eyes

Chapter 6: Unforgettable Day.

Chapter 6: Unforgettable Day.

(TANYA)
I sat down on the hammock in our back porch listening to some music in my ipod while drinking some hot chocolate suddenly I felt someone sat beside me. I took my earphones to listen to whatever they're going to say.

"It's a peaceful day, isn't?" my Dad said.

"Yeah it does," I smiled.

"I hope tomorrow will have a fair day too."

"It is tomorrow," I said.

"You're going to come?" he asked softly.

"Nah, I'll just stay in the shop," I declined.

There is a long silence before he sighed, "You never visited your mom's grave."

I didn't say anything.

"Tan," he placed his arms around my shoulder, "It was never your fault. I'm sure your mom will be happy if you would visit her grave."

"I still can't see her anyway, what's the point of going there?"

"Tanya,"

"Just drop it Dad. I'll be fine in here, promise," I smiled to reassure him.

***

Today is the 8th of August, the day when my mother died because of the car accident, the day that supposed to be a happy and memorable turns out to be the most heartbreaking day, still memorable though, memorable because it can't be easily forgotten. Every detail still haunts me, that's why I never visited her grave. I can't see it anyway.

My Dad always woke up early in this day prepares himself to have this day to Mom. He spends all day at the grave and return late. He always invites me to come with him even though he already knows my answer. I know that he's still hoping that maybe I'll change my mind.

I wake up late since the shop is close. It's always close on this day, it's like Mom's day and our world stops in this day. I ate the breakfast that was prepared by Dad, alone. It was quiet, there's no sound that you can hear. It was deafening.

Mom used wake up early to cook breakfast for us. I can still remember those days when I can smell the delicious food that was prepared by her. As I climb down the stairs I can see her smiling face. It was contagious. She would greet me "Good morning" and kissed my cheeks. She would scold Dad for waking up late and the only thing I can hear is my own voice laughing to them. It was noisy but very happy mornings. Those mornings that will never be repeated.

My feet started to bring me at the shop, where Mom has lots of memories. Those times that I was running fast just to come home early because I was always greeted by her loving smile. It was in this shop, when she will welcome me with her big hugs. After that she will play the piano for me and I will constantly starts to play with her too. Dad would hear the beautiful music and will join us by singing. I would always laugh because Dad was never a singer, it was outrageous. Those are music to my ears, music that I know that will forever disappear.

My fingers touched my Mom's grand piano, her favourite instruments. I played a piece that she taught me, Childhood Memories by Brian Crain. I closed my eyes even though I know that if I open or close my eyes what I see is always the same. I let the music carry me. It is a sad music. Every tone that escapes the piano creates a marvellous music which brings back sad memories. However, I can still remember it. Every piece of it.