K for Komplexity...

Her Story

Hmmm...as crazy as it sounds, I have been doing some random story writing lately.
This is my first attempt of a short story(not counting those compositions time in school) talking about a girl's life. Without allowing herself to be overwhelmed by her predicament in life, she struggled to do the right things in life while searching for her own life in within....

I don't know how many chapters I will ever get to pen before finishing(assuming I do). But I hope to complete a big part of her life...her love for a man she's not sure of a happy ending with...So I'm hoping one chapter a day whenever I have the time or inspirations!

Feel free to drop by comments or feedbacks...or even suggestions. But the author(me) decides the ultimate outlook of the story eh?LoL.
Enjoy...

I dedicate this as....Her Story

Epilogue:

As she looked into the rearview mirror of her cab…..she knew this was it and tears started to flow as the three outline went out of sight…

They had wanted to send her to the airport, but she didn’t want them to see her cry….most importantly…she didn’t want him to see her cry….Cos he is the one she’s going to miss most.....

Chapter 1:

Going back to 24 years ago……

“ Wails……..” came a newborn's first cry.

“Mum, she’s born! She’s born!” cried the excited new dad, Ken.

Ken and Jenny have been married for 2 years before they decided it was time for a new addition in the family. Ken was 32, while Jenny was 30. A good time to welcome their first newborn.

Ken and Jenny were both excited parents. Their baby girl was simply gorgeous. Big eyes, thick black hair and a really really loud voice. They were to name her, Kyra, which means “beloved” in Russian and “lady” in Greek. She was to grow up a “beloved lady” to them.

But Ken and Jenny never got to see how Kyra grew to become a beautiful lady. At the age of 5, Ken and Jenny met a terrible car accident and passed away……

It was a day of sorrow and tears, but Kyra being only 5 years old, didn’t quite understand what had happened. It was however, a night she could not forget even in her dreams. The sight of 2 caskets and her parent’s picture on a table garnished with flowers and lights everywhere.

People came and went that night. Some were shedding silent tears while some wailed uncontrollably. Sitting quietly in one corner, almost every one who came by patted her on her head, as if they know the route this girl . Oblivious to what’s going on, she would present her brightest smile to them. While some forced a smile back at her, some wept even louder. But all she knew was….” Papa, Mama had gone to a far away place and they won’t be coming back…….

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Blabbered by KaiRiNu at 2:43 PM