Pink Nostalgia

Sometimes, we leave a place looking forward to new beginning.New adventures.Maybe, for the better.But we never really know what lies ahead and what's waiting for us.Life is full of mystery. I had a best friend named Jenny. She became my friend when she and her family moved in our neighborhood when I was just eight years old. I was her first and only friend in the neighborhood. Since the children did not want to play with me, I always ended up playing by myself. I was very glad that Jenny moved in our neighborhood. She was a cute girl with a long shiny hair. I found a kind playmate and a true friend in her.When you have a new neighbor, you would find a way to know her and welcome her. But in our neighborhood, it was different. Children would try to make fun of you and embarrass you. I guess this was their way to welcome new neighbors.I used to play with the kids in our neighborhood.I wanted them to like me so I alwa

The Mercedes mansion looks like a five star resort with its wide area and luxurious landscape. It has a huge kidney shaped pool with marble tiles and slides. There was a garden on the left side of the Villa with varieties of flowers and ornamental plants. The whole area was covered with Bermuda grass and a marble fountain with a statue of cherubim gracing the center of the Villa. The mansion looks as if it came out straight from a lifestyle magazine, even better than the picture, standing elegantly in a perfect landscape. My heart dropped a bit at the sight of it. Then the security guard escorted us up to the mansion with a club car. I’ve never ride a club car before. It was worth coming here after all, just for the club car ride. It was really cool. We were allowed to wait in the sitting room that has the same size as our bungalow. While the uniformed maid called Don Marcelo in his study room, mom was silently looking around, surveyin

I was out in the woods, surrounded by pink roses and falling leaves. I was searching for something in the meadow. Pink butterflies were roaming around the field, forming a heart like shape. The place may seem strange but I was quite certain that I didn’t leave the Villa. This place is still part of the bizarre home of the Mercedes, as mysterious and fascinating as the aristocrats who own it. But I couldn’t remember seeing this place before. And when I passed by a small cemetery, I was totally sure that I was in a different place, far from the Villa. I was wearing an old-fashioned long sleeve pink floral dress with a ribbon tied at the back. The scene may not be in black and white but I knew I was in a different time, far away from the time I should be in. I suddenly panicked. What if I won’t find the right way home? Will I be caught in this world forever? Will I ever see my parents again? I tried to pinch myself a couple of

I couldn’t remember how long we had walked on a seemingly endless road of Cypress hill. We were both winded when we reached the top of the hill. But as soon as I set my eyes on what Gabriel regarded as his favorite place, I had forgotten how tired I was. I immediately run to the magnificent field full of pink roses and carnations. “It’s beautiful.” “I’m glad you liked it,” Gabriel said, smiling. “My dad requested his gardener to plant this for the woman she loved a long time ago.” “For your mom,” I presumed. My eyes wandered through the vast land covered with magnificent pink flowers. At the age of twelve, I never had any romantic experience and my knowledge about romance and falling in love is solely based on romantic novels. But admiring the flower field before me, I could say that love can create wonders. &ldquo

One Sunday afternoon, two months after we moved from our old neighborhood, father received an invitation from Mr. Gaspar, the ex-soldier who used to live next door and was constantly yelling at me and my friends for picking the wild flowers in his garden. Dad asked me if I wanted to tag along and join Mr. Gaspar’s 65th birthday party. I could barely contained my excitement at the idea of seeing Jenny again. The neighborhood looked pretty much the same from the day we left. I laughed at my own silly thoughts, expecting that something would changed between a short period of time. The party had already started when we arrived. I could see the embarrassment in Dad’s face when everyone was staring at us when we entered Mr. Gaspar’s huge living room where the party was being held. As soon as Dad started talking to his friend, I made a quick escape to find Jenny. I missed her so much and I didn’t want to