Thereafter, I did not look her bliss anymore. She always daydreamed and cried. She were in suffering. I tried to comfort her, but it was vain. In the end, she turned to God. She passed away when your mother was still three years old. I was so broken with her gone. She was my only love one. Our stories were ended, full of sad.
Subsequently, I only lived with your mother. We both everyday visited your grandma’s grave and her favorite place, dandelions field. I tried to make our days became better.
As your grandma ever said that dandelion will fly and grow again to create its new life made me convinced that your grandma also would be born again in the next time. When your mother was being adult, she married then conceived you. And when you were born, I looked your grandma’s spirit on your body. So that, I believe that you are the reincarnation of your grandma.
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“That is the story about your grandma,” He smiles and looks my eyes solemnly. “Dinda, listen to me! I am very sure that you are another shape of your grandma. You both have many similar things. So, I will love you as I love your grandma.”
Then, an ephemeral loneliness undesignedly occurs between us, and making the moment awkward. Some ravens seem flying through the golden sky and become silhouette on there. The dandelions blown by wind look like to wave saying goodbye and see you for tomorrow.
Lenteng, December 31st 2022.
*Song title, Dandelions – Ruth B.
Illustration source: https://id.pinterest.com/pin/244953667211603182/