Not every story starts off with beautiful people in a beautiful setting. One shivering below zero day in New York city where the wind shill was actually about 7 below zero, a woman from a small town of Ohio had just transferred to a small business in the heart of the city. Her office was at the intersection of Broadway and W 113 St. She was baffled as ever and never in her life was expecting to be transferred out of her humble home in Good Ole� Chagrin Falls Ohio. A small suburb of Cleveland.
She towered over most people she met. She was a tall girl. A VERY tall girl. Her confidence was radiant and she always possessed a happy aura around her. She could make anyone feel happy around her. Her name was unusual and always felt that she would change when she got older. That was her goal ;to be normal. As she grew older, her parents were protective and did not really introduce her to the real world. But she figured that she would always be different and she could never change. After the stage of Hating it, she grew to love it and could not stop thinking about what she would do with it. She grew accustom to her style and loved to be different.
She was genuinely beautiful on the inside and outside. She had long dark brown hair that never had a strand out of place. Her piercing green eyes could make anyone fall in love with her but her insecure mind led her to believe she could not do anything.
Her mother died at the age of 14 in a tragic murder at a small grocery store that was famous for their cinnamon rolls. She was depressed for awhile but figured that her mother would want her to be happy. And that was what she did. She became happy just as she always was. At the funeral, when she gave the eulogy she said all but a short paragraph:
My mother was a caring individual that never intended to hurt anyone. She taught me how to tie my shoes, make the best chocolate chip cookies and wrap a Christmas present just the way she new how to. She loved her family and never wanted anything to happen to them. Love was her priority and loved everyone as herself. She had a place for God in her heart and any one who knows her , knows that she never deserved to die. But however what is done is done. The world changes. People die. People move on and people love each other. She loves everyone and is looking down at all of us know.
She walked off the alter with her purple skirt swaying with every move she made. She walked down to sit with her father who was crying ;a irregular occurrence. �That was beautiful. The most beautiful thing I have ever heard.� he whispered as he pulled her into a hug.
Her father was an entertainer and loved to teach her how to dance, sing, act: anything she wanted. They lived in a small quaint house for when the time from when she was seven until she was sent off to college at the mature age of eighteen. Their house had red French doors that opened into a whirlwind of smells. When her mother was alive it was the smell of her lavender soap and basil remedies from cooking classes. The sweet smell of her father�s pipe and everything the way the house smelled like. The laundry detergent mixed around with everything.
Most families move out of their houses when a family member dies, but that was just it, She was not most families. They wanted to stay there to remember her and always live in the same house with the same smells and the same feel and the same everything.
She was incredibly smart and got accepted to her dream college, Notre Dame. It was a smaller campus, a smaller student body and definitely in a small town. It was a great school and she studied and majored in psychology and minored in journalism. Soon after she got a job as an journalist for a paper in Dayton ,Ohio where she could still be near her father and be with him on Christmas and major holidays.
In two years when she was about 23, she got tired of writing small articles that she was not interested in and soon started looking for a job elsewhere. She found the best opportunity to write freely for a publishing company and she would be able to write novels, her real dream, and still get paid a premium for each book she put out. The only set back was that the job was in New York City and would have to move there.
Now as she was talking to her father about moving, he sat in the same place and smoked his pipe. She tried explaining once before , but even though he had a good heart he was as stubborn as a mule and was not to fond of change.
� Hunny I have told you once before . Do what you want.� He said as he coldly stared at the ground , pipe in hand, blowing smoke out towards THE tree, and not even looking her in the eye.
� Dad I want you to know that this is a great opportunity and that I am not going to get into any trouble I will be back every other weekend and every other chance I get. I just well I just need to live on my own for awhile get a slice of the world!� She screamed, � Put the pipe down. That is a bad habit! Stop it now or I will �.I will��
�You will what?� He mocked her in such discretion that she couldn�t even answer her own father.
� Ah I do not need this dad! I am going to New York to write not to be a freaking HOOKER!! That�s it I am leaving in three days whether you like it or not so�.. So�.. So �.so�,� she trailed off for a second ,�So we can either make the best of it and spend the days together as a family or you can mope around the house because your little girl is finally grown up!!�
� You are not grown up.� He whispered.
� Dad I am 23! I am so a grown up! I am a women with voting rights , her license, her passport, can speak three foreign languages, and has graduating from one of the best schools in the country!! AHHH sometimes you are so apposed to change it makes me sick to my stomach!� She screamed.
� alright I guess you can but only if you make ravioli� HE sighed.
� Fine whatever you want Daddy. I love you .� She said as she pulled him into a hug
� Lets start cooking!� He boomed across the room.
� you know if mom was here, she would want me to follow my dreams� she muttered as closing the back porch door.
� What did you say?�
�Nothing absolutely nothing�