Adult friend finded
He pulled two kilos of java beans from the freezer.Gathered last May, shucked and peeled on a quiet afternoon, they defrosted in a colander for a layered frittata his mother used to make with fistfuls of dill and sprinkled with sea salt.Pink cherry blossoms and violet plum blossoms graced the sweeping trees. She'd hammered the stone in half, eager to catch a few worms to play with. She used to play by the pond when she was a little girl, catching frogs and fireflies in wine jugs and feeding the fish leftover rice husks and sesame seeds until her mother scolded her.The petals fell like snowflakes, dancing and swirling until they touched the soft, verdant grass. There weren't any, of course, but her mother had helped her find some dragonflies by the pond instead, and they'd spent an afternoon counting them in the garden. And beyond the moon gate was-Mulan's hand jumped to her mouth. That smell of home- of Baba's incense from the family temple, sharp with amber and cedar; of noodles in Grandmother Fa's special pork broth; of jasmine flowers that Mama used to scent her skin.” ― “She started to head out, but she passed her room.So I decided I wasn't obliged to be angry anymore, and I feel very good that we were able to spend time together during the five years before he died.” ― “Perhaps you've been through a seemingly endless string of difficult circumstances in life or you still feel anger toward your parents for painful childhood memories you have. If this has been your experience, and you've placed those memories in a vault, locked them away, and buried the key, who could blame you?Whatever the difficulties you've faced, you can overcome the lies attached to your private logic that continue to hold you back. But, by doing so, what else--besides your memories--have you placed in that vault?tags: abuse, abusive, bad-parenting, brainwashing, broken-home, childhood, childhood-memories, didn-t-mean-it, divorce, emotional-abuse, false-beliefs, family, father, harm, heartbreak, heartbroken, hurt, indoctrination, limitations, limits, love-lost, loyalty, mental-abuse, mother, parenthood, parents, parents-and-children, psychological-abuse, relationships, scars “Childhood memories were like airplane luggage; no matter how far you were traveling or how long you needed them to last, you were only ever allowed two bags.And while those bags might hold a few hazy recollections—a diner with a jukebox at the table, being pushed on a swing set, the way it felt to be picked up and spun around—it didn’t seem enough to last a whole lifetime.” ― “Gdje su zlatne ptice ljudskih snova, preko kojih se to bezbrojnih mora i vrletnih planina do njih dolazi?
As teenagers, we rebel and we attempt to create a new reality.
It was the same as she'd left it: a pile of cushions by her bed for Little Brother to sleep on, a stack of poetry and famous literature on her desk that she was supposed to study to become a "model bride," and the lavender shawl and silk robes she'd worn the day before she left home.
The jade comb Mulan had left in exchange for the conscription notice caught her eye; it now rested in front of her mirror.
As young adults, we look to recapture it all and find the person who can relate to all of it, and we add a shade of shallowness to it.
As adults, we come to the realization that we have been trying to recapture the simplicity of the purest form of love - happy love.