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It is a waste to ignore the musings of the mind.
Writing is the communication of the writer's hopes and dreams. To write is to express the laughter, the tears, the joys of the heart. It is the writer's desire to communicate all his feelings and desires in her/her heart to a reader.
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February 18, 2016 at 10:04pm
February 18, 2016 at 10:04pm
#874287
A cruise is not a cruise until you set foot in South America. Well, here I come, South America. Sailing on board MS Zandam, my husband and I will be visiting some of the countries in the southern part of the Americas. We are looking forward to this cruise, our fourth cruise on board Holland America's MS Zandam.

Years ago, we convinced ourselves to take a four-day cruise to Alaska on board one of Holland America's ships, MS Zandam. It was such a good voyage we took more cruises: to the Carribbean Islands, to the eastern parts of the Pacific, and to a few more islands in and around the United States. We now consider ourselves Holland America's Number One voyagers.

The two and a half weeks for this cruise to South America, we hope to see the Falkland Islands, Argentina, Uruguay, Strait of Magellan, Cockburn Channel, Glacier Alley, Cape Horn, Canal Sarmiento, Chilean Fjords, with a few days on sea. If the Americas are such beautiful islands, we should come back to Sacramento fully satisfied with this cruise!!!

In the meantime, writing will not be forgotten. With these visits to the south of the Americas, Lilia hopes to find some inspiration to draft more fiction.

I shall say goodbye for the time being, but I shall be back to write some more when I get back!!! All good wishes to one and all at writing.com!!!

elephantsealer

January 31, 2016 at 2:49am
January 31, 2016 at 2:49am
#872187
Martin did not wait long.

"Hello Martin," Grace was apprehensive.

"Do not be alarmed, Grace, but Dr. Ben advised that you and I should be here with Jess."

"What is wrong? Is Jess worse?"

"No, she is all right. She did wake up and she did not recognize me at all."

"Oh my God, will she recover at all?"

"Dr. Ben said it may be temporary. He adised that we should be here, to help Jess recover."

"Then, I shall get ready and be with you soon. Bye, dear."

Martin put the phone down. His heart was heavy as he sat on an empty table at the hospital cafeteria.

Back at home, Grace dressed quickly and was out of the house in a short while. In the bus that was to take her to Jess, she prayed silently, for Jess' recovery, for Martin, and for the doctors. Martin was at the hospital gate when she got off the bus.

Martin and Grace held each other in silence.

"Let's keep our hopes high for Jess' sake." Martin soothed Grace as she began to sob.

"I am worried, Martin, really worried." Grace sobbed.

Martin took her by the hand and led her to Jess' hospital room. They stared at the sleeping form of Jess, their hearts weary. Grace pulled away from Martin and approached Jess. She touched Jess' face, and kissed her.

"I love you, Jess," she whispered.

"Come and sit here, Grace," Martin picked up a chair.

"Let me sit by her side, please," Grace murmured as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"That is all right, Grace." Martin sat on the chair.

For a long while, Grace held Jess' warm hand, uttering a prayer.
Martin approached the bed and helped Grace to another chair, next to him.

"I would like to see Dr. Ben," Grace looked at Martin.

"I think he said he will be back later this afternoon."

"Is there anything we can do about her temporary amnesia?"

"Let's wait to talk to Dr. Ben, shall we?"

"Oh my God, Martin, what if she does not recover?"

"Let us not get there, Grace. Let's wait for Dr. Ben."

As Martin and Grace conversed in whispers, Dr. Ben appeared at the door.

"Ah, I see you got here, Grace."

"I did plan to be here today, and every day, if possible," Grace replied.

"That's good because I believe your Jess' amnesia is temporary. When she sees you both here, she might remember who she is."

"What happens if we take her home today?" Grace kept her voice low.

"Well, today is not possible. Maybe tomorrow or the next day." Dr. Ben was slow to answer.

"How is she, really, Dr. Ben?" Grace wanted to know.

"Physically, she is good. There is not much we can do for her here. Her injuries are starting to heal. However, I would like to examine her when she wakes up again."

"Then we can take her home?" Grace felt a surge of life.

"Yes, I believe you can take Jess home. Let's wait for a day or two before you do that, shall we?"

"Thank you, thank you," Grace hummed.

Martin and Grace looked less worried when Dr. Ben left the room. They smiled at each other and held hands. Their hopes were reassured, that Jess was going to heal.



(to be continued)








December 13, 2015 at 1:58am
December 13, 2015 at 1:58am
#868448
Is it too early to bid 2015 goodbye? This is not a goodbye, 2015, just a salute to this year's activities, reminders of our mistakes/errors/misunderstandings, and all that nastiness that we have not been able to sidestep or ignore.

Really, 2015, you have been a bit cruel this year. You led us to believe our works would be published. You allowed us to believe our works are good. You gave us opportunities we either ignored or we took a chance to reach for those opportunities that were not really meant for us. However, we realized we got too confident, too mindful of our egos, too lazy to change our attitudes.

Yes, 2015, it was rather a bad year. There were no opportunies that were promised us. The rejections were many and much too hurting for our pride. The chances that were offered us were much too stingy. It was never a kind year for us. There were all those hurts, pains, discontent that bothered us. Why all the anger and nastiness, 2015?

Nevertheless, you have been good in some other ways. We learned a lot about ourselves. We came to admit to our inaccuracies, our mistakes, our errors, our egos. We became aware of what we really are, nothing but little people that do not deserve to challenge the big people up there in the ladder of publishing world. We are much more aware of our weaknesses, idleness, excuses that became a hindrance to our understanding what is right, what is acceptable, what is good for us.

Thank you, 2015, for your presence. It has been somewhat a good, kind year for us. We shall remember the hardships because we know there are joys that come with those insensitivities, hurts.

By the end of December, we shall miss you, nonetheless. We shall say goodbye for now, and bid you a salute and an adieu at the end of December, 2015!!!

ALL THE BEST, AND THANKS FOR ALL THAT BEST!!!

elephantsealer
December 4, 2015 at 11:57pm
December 4, 2015 at 11:57pm
#867881
The holidays are with us again; another year of writers' struggle to publish a fiction, nonfiction, or novella. And so it goes on, year after year, writers try and find ways to publish/self-publish. Sometimes words pour in and writers get that inspiration that keeps them tied to the computer. Sometimes words are just not there, only blocks of spaces that crowd the brain.

But holidays are fun, a time to relax and ease on the constant tap, tap on the computer. Writers find holidays a time to read, laugh, eat, and enjoy the company of others. Writers need the holiday times to rest and fill their life with the meaning of what a holiday is.

And so, my wish to Writing.com and its writers is: enjoy your holiday. There is a time to laugh and there is a time to write. This holiday means it is a time to enjoy the blessings of Christmas!!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ONE AND ALL!!!

elepantsealer
September 27, 2015 at 12:32am
September 27, 2015 at 12:32am
#861043
As Martin looked down upon Jess, five days after her ordeal at the operating table, he realized how pale she was. He sat gently at the edge of the bed so as not to wake her. He took her hand in his and closed his eyes and prayed.

Jess awoke. She stared at the strange man with his eyes closed, holding her hand. She tried to pull her hand away from his grip.

"Jess, thank goodness you are awake!" Martin was delighted.

"Who are you?" Jess' voice came out faint.

"It's me, Dad," Martin was taken back.

Jess stared hard. She closed her eyes, opened them, and closed them again. She began to fidget, her eyes empty and blank.

"How do you feel? Do you hurt?" Martin tried to calm Jess. Without upsetting Jess, he hurried to the door and called for a nurse.

"All right, Sir," the nurse came running in. "What is wrong?"

"My daughter, she does not recognize me." Martin was visibly upset.

"Please calm down, Sir, I will call the doctor." The nurse disappeared. Within a few seconds, Dr. Ben, the family doctor, came. He looked at Jess, and saw the blank look in her face.

"Martin, please do not worry. It is a post-operative condition. Jess cannot recognize you at this time. She will recover one day, when, we do not know. Just be patient with her."

"Oh, my God, is it that bad? Will she come out of it?" Martin felt a heavy burden was lifted off his shoulder.

"Yes, she will. She had a most frightening experience, falling and losing consciousness." Dr. Ben patted Martin on the shoulder. "I recommend that you and/or your wife should be here every day. Your presence may help Jess recover much quicker."

"Thanks Dr. Ben. I will be here and probably Grace will come today. She had been very worried."

"Good. Please give my regards to Grace." Dr. Ben shook Martin's hand and left.

Martin looked at Jess. He sighed. He smiled to show Jess he was not a stranger.

"Do you want me to tell you a story?" Martin asked.

Jess nodded but her eyes searched the face of the stranger.

"Once upon a time, there was a little girl called, Jessica." Martin began. "That little girl was good and kind. Her Mom and Dad loved her very much."

Jess' eyes began to droop. Within minutes her eyes closed completely in sleep.

"She needs more rest." The nurse whispered behind Martin. "You can go and have something to eat. I will take care of your daughter."

"Thank you," Martin said and slipped away. The image of Jess sleeping peacefully stayed with him as he reached for the telephone to call Grace.


(to be continued)













September 4, 2015 at 3:19am
September 4, 2015 at 3:19am
#859139
Martin's thoughts lingered with Grace. He felt her pain even as he sat, waiting for Jess to come out of the operating room. He began to worry. It had been hours since the doctors began their work on Jess. What was happening in there? As he wondered, the chief doctor appeared at the door, his eyes weary; but when he saw Martin, he knew he must tell him.

Martin was on his feet. "Doctor, how is my little girl?"

"We repaired the damage on her cheek. She took the operation quite good, in fact. She is a brave girl, your daughter."

"Thank you. How is she, really? Please, tell me." Martin begged with his eyes.

"As I said, she is brave. She will recover but it will take weeks. She may not know you when she wakes up."

"What do you mean? Her brain is damaged?" Suddenly, Martin was afraid.

"No, oh no, do not worry about her brain. When she wakes up, she may not recognize you or your family. It is just a reaction to her fall. You do realize she fell from a great height?"

"She will regain her old self, will she?" Martin begged.

"No question about that. She will regain her old self after a few weeks. It actually depends on how well she recovers."

Martin heaved a sigh and he felt his heart quietened. At that moment, the operating door opened and two mail nurses were pushing the hospital gurney with Jess in it, still under anesthesia.

"My God," Martin sighed, "she looks terribly pale."

"She will regain her color in a little while. Just go ahead and stay with your daughter." The doctor tried his best to calm Martin.

In the room, and alone at last with Jess, Martin sat and held Jess' hand. She was cold to the touch but she was breathing well. The nurses kept Jess warm with more blankets, and then they left Martin alone with Jess.

In a fit of worry, Martin began to sob quietly, still holding on to Jess. He prayed, his heart almost breaking with worry. Hours later, he realized he needed to let Grace know Jess is out of surgery and breathing well.

Grace was on her way to the hospital, though accompanied by Martha. She was quiet and her thoughts were filled with fear. What if Jess did not recover from her fall? What if her brain had been damaged? She began to cry softly.

"I know how you feel, Grace," Martha consoled her friend. "Try not to worry too much. We should know soon how Jess is. We are only a block away from the hospital."

Grace looked at Martha, and dried her eyes with her handkerchief. Her thoughts were filled with fear - for Jess, for Martin, for the family.

As Grace and Martha walked towards Jess' hospital ward, Grace stumbled, her knees weak and shaky. But Martha was just as quick to pick her up and led her to the ward.

Martin heard the door open. He got up and when he saw Grace, he ran to her and took her in his arms. Husband and wife cried quietly in each other's embrace. Martha left them alone with Jess.

"Oh, my little girl," Grace cried as she looked at Jess. "She looks so pale." She turned to Martin. "Is she going to recover?":

"Yes, she will. The doctor was quite certain." Martin said. "You should have stayed home, Grace."

"I need to be with her." Grace sniffed. "I need to know she is going to live."

"She is, our Jess is strong, the doctor said. She will recover." Martin persuaded Grace to sit at the edge of the bed and give Jess a cuddle. Grace felt better as she kissed Jess on the cheek.

The nurse came in quietly, with Martha. "I am sorry, folks," she said. "I need to give your daughter another injection. Please move away from her bed."

Martha led Grace to the window as Martin followed. They huddled together, prayers in their hearts. After a while, the nurse comforted both Grace and Martin, telling them Jess will be all right. Then, she left the room.

"You will have to go back home, Grace. And Martha, thank you for being with Grace. Please take her home and make sure she gets rested."

"I will, Martin," Martha said. "I can come back tomorrow and relieve you?"

"Yes, I know. But I believe I will stay with Jess until I know she will wake up from her surgery."

"Let me say with you, please?" Grace asked.

"No, Grace, please go home with Martha. You need to rest." Martin led Grace and Martha to the door.

"But I do want to stay, please?" Grace insisted.

"I tell you what, Grace. Why don't you and Martha head home. Tomorrow you can both come back and I will go home so I can change out of my clothes."

"But you will let me know if Jess comes out of her coma during the night?" Grace said.

"Of course, I will. Now, do please go and take care." Martin closed the ward door quietly and took his seat by Jess' bed.

(to be continued.)




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September 4, 2015 at 2:54am
September 4, 2015 at 2:54am
#859136
Martin's thoughts lingered with Grace. He felt her pain even as he sat, waiting for Jess to come out of the operating room. He began to worry. It had been hours since the doctors began their work on Jess. What was happening in there? As he wondered, the chief doctor appeared at the door, his eyes weary; but when he saw Martin, he knew he must tell him.

Martin was on his feet. "Doctor, how is my little girl?"

"We repaired the damage on her cheek. She took the operation quite good, in fact. She is a brave girl, your daughter."

"Thank you. How is she, really? Please, tell me." Martin begged with his eyes.

"As I said, she is brave. She will recover but it will take weeks. She may not know you when she wakes up."

"What do you mean? Her brain is damaged?" Suddenly, Martin was afraid.

"No, oh no, do not worry about her brain. When she wakes up, she may not recognize you or your family. It is just a reaction to her fall. You do realize she fell from a great height?"

"She will regain her old self, will she?" Martin begged.

"No question about that. She will regain her old self after a few weeks. It actually depends on how well she would recover."

Martin heaved a sigh and he felt his heart quietened. At that moment, the operating door opened and two mail nurses were pushing the hospital bed with Jess in it, still under anesthesia.

"My God," Martin sighed, "she looks terribly pale."

"She will regain her color in a little while. Just go ahead and stay with your daughter." The doctor tried his best to calm Martin.

In the room, and alone at last with Jess, Martin sat and held Jess' hand. She was cold to the touch but she was breathing well. The nurses kept Jess warm with more blankets, and then they left Martin alone with Jess.

In a fit of worry, Martin began to sob quietly, still holding on to Jess. He prayed, his heart almost breaking with worry. Hours later, he realized he needed to let Grace know Jess is out of surgery and breathing well.

Grace was on her way to the hospital, accompanied by Martha. She was quiet and her thoughts were filled with fear. What if Jess did not recover from her fall? What if her brain had been damaged? She began to cry softly.

"I know how you feel, Grace," Martha consoled her friend. "Try not to worry too much. We should know soon how Jess is. We are only a block away from the hospital."

Grace looked at Martha, and dried her eyes with her handkerchief. Her thoughts were filled with fear - for Jess, for Martin, for the family.

As Grace and Martha walked towards Jess' hospital ward, Grace stumbled, her knees weak and shaky. But Martha was just as quick to pick her up and led her to the ward.

Martin heard the door open. He got up and when he saw Grace, he ran to her and took her in his arms. Husband and wife cried quietly in each other's embrace. Martha left them alone with Jess.

"Oh, my little girl," Grace cried as she looked at Jess. "She looks so pale." She turned to Martin. "Is she going to recover?":

"Yes, she will. The doctor was quite certain." Martin said. "You should have stayed home, Grace."

"I need to be with her." Grace sniffed. "I need to know she is going to live."

"She is, our Jess is strong, the doctor said. She will recover." Martin persuaded Grace to sit at the end of the bed and give Jess a cuddle. Grace felt better as she kissed Jess on the cheek.

The nurse came in quietly with Martha. "I am sorry, folks," she said. "I need to give your daughter another injection. Please move away from her bed."

Martha led Grace to the window as Martin followed. They huddled together, prayers in their hearts. After a while, the nurse comforted both Grace and Martin, telling them Jess will be all right. Then, she left the room.

"You will have to go back home, Grace. And Martha, thank you for being with Grace. Please take her home and make sure she gets rested."

"I will, Martin," Martha said. "I can come back tomorrow and relieve you, you know that?"

"Yes, I know. But I believe I will stay with Jess until I know she will wake up from her surgery."

"Let me say with you, please?" Grace asked.

"No, Grace, please go home with Martha. You need to rest." Martin led Grace and Martha to the door.

"But I do want to stay, please?" Grace insisted.

"I tell you what, Grace. Why don't you and Martha head home. Tomorrow you can both come back and I will go home so I can change out of my clothes."

"But you will let me know if Jess comes out of her coma during the night?" Grace said.

"Of course, I will. Now, do please go and take care." Martin closed the ward door quietly and took his seat by Jess' bed.

(to be continued.)



July 24, 2015 at 1:08pm
July 24, 2015 at 1:08pm
#855296
In the meantime on the road to the village hospital.

"Pop," Jess' voice was faint.

"It's all right, Jess, please don't talk." Martin grabbed at the towel on his shoulder and wiped off the splash of blood that flowed freely out of Jess' mouth.

"I hurt, Pop," Jess said.

"I know, I know, please try not to talk, okay?" Martin assured his daughter.

Jess nodded. Martin was near to tears. "Hurry it up, will you?" He screamed at the cart driver. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude."

"No worry, Martin," the driver replied. "I know how you feel."

As they arrived at the hospital, Martin bundled Jess out of the horse-drawn cart. The driver ran ahead and grabbed a guerney. A doctor, a nurse, and two other hospital staff were right behind him.

"Sorry, Martin, you can't come in. We'll let you know as soon as we examine your daughter." The doctor said with a final push at Martin.

"But, but..." Martin's frustration showed in his face.

"Wait there and we'll let you know," the nurse repeated as the hospital staff dashed into the operating room.

Martin felt exhaustion, not from physical tiredness he was sure of it. His hands shook as he strode to the waiting room. He ignored the sweat on his forehead. He clasped his hands tightly to stop the shaking. He gave in to tears and sniffed. He realized he was unable to share Jess' pain, and he was devastated. He found a chair at the corner. He closed his eyes and gathered his emotions. He must be strong for his daughter.

"Martin," the cart driver touched his shoulder.

Martin sprung off his chair. "Jess, is she...?"

"It's me, Martin," the driver said. "You look exhausted. Why don't you come with me and we'll have something to eat?"

"No, you go ahead. I'll wait here until I hear from the doctor."

"I got you a cup of coffee. Take it."

"Thanks a lot," Martin said and sat back. "Don't worry about me, I'll wait here."

Alone again, Martin paced the floor. Jess was always a good girl and he was shaken that she climbed a tree again. He remembered when she climbed a tree at the backyard years before. She didn't fall but he was right there, and brought her down to safety. He brushed the dampness in his eyes. He thought of his wife, Grace.

Grace appeared at the kitchen door. Martha was aghast. She rushed to Grace's side.

"Grace, what are you doing? You must rest."

"I can't rest, Martha. I want to know what happened to my little girl."

Ana, Lita, and Jo huddled together, afraid to look at Grace. They were prepared to the scolding from Grace.

"I know what happened and I'll tell you." Martha looked at the girls and shooed them off the kitchen with a wave of her hand.

"She looked deathly and pale. I should go to her." Grace started to cry again.

"There's nothing you can do at the hospital. I'm sure the doctors will take care of Jess." Martha led Grace to a chair.

The three girls scampered out of the kitchen, realizing they may not fully escape the scolding that Grace prepared for them.


(to be continued)












July 1, 2015 at 2:04am
July 1, 2015 at 2:04am
#852930
Grace saw Martin through tearful eyes and felt the kiss he planted on her cheek. When he bundled Jess in his arms, she knew her little girl was going to be well cared for. She stayed crouched on the ground, praying for Jess and for Martin as they sped to the village hospital.

Ana and her Mom came upon Grace at that minute. They helped her off the ground and led her back toward home. Lita and Jo followed behind in silence, afraid to start a conversation. Their faces were pale against the afternoon sunlight.

"Here we are, Grace, please go and rest in your bedroom," Ana's Mom said.

Grace, as if awakened from a deep sleep, looked up and saw Lita, Jo and Ana staring, their eyes dulled by the accident and their lips were closed tight.

"How can you do this to Jess, girls? How and why didn't you stop her climb the tree?"

She didn't wait for their reply. She began to sob, her heart was breaking, her cries were deep in her breast. The girls just stared at their feet, as if their lips were clamped tight and the guilt in their faces kept them humbled.

Ana's Mom, Martha, took hold of Grace's arm and led her to her room. She closed the door behind her and stayed with Grace for a long while. When she came out, she found the three girls still huddled together, consoling each other. She took pity on them and led them to the kitchen, where she gave them lemonade.

"I want to know what happened out there, Ana," Martha said as the girls took their drink.

"It's not my fault, Mom," Ana said. "Nor it's Lita's and Jo's."

"All right, all right. I didn't say it's any of your faults. I just want to know what happened."

Lita, Ana and Jo eyed each other, deciding who should speak first.

"We tried to stop Jess from climbing the tree," Lita said. "But she did it anyhow. We couldn't stop her because we were asleep."

"What?" Martha did not want to believe what she heard. "You fell asleep... how?"

"We had our picnic and it got hot, so we all laid on the blanket and fell asleep." Jo was quick to answer.

"And while we were asleep, Jess must have gotten up and climbed the tree," Ana added.

"Jess woke us up but she was already up in the tree," Lita said.

"We asked her to come down. At first she didn't want to, then she started to climb down. And that's when it happened." Lita shivered, covered her face with both hands, remembering the sound of the branch breaking and Jess falling down to the ground.

"There was a very loud snap of the branch when Jess stepped on it. All we could do was watch as she crashed, face down, to the ground." Jo started to cry.

Martha was wide-eyed, her mouth opened to say something but she didn't. Instead she felt her knees wobble and she gave in and slumped on the floor.

"We thought she was dead, there was a lot of blood coming out of her mouth and nose," Ana said.

(to be continued)
June 15, 2015 at 3:21am
June 15, 2015 at 3:21am
#851646
Hiding her fear of a scolding from Jess' Mom, Grace, Ana blurted.

"Jess fell off the tree and is I think half-dead on the ground."

Grace flew out of the house, her feet thudded the ground, her heart thumped against her breast, her breathing was tight against her throat, as she prayed for Jess.

"Come on, Ana," her Mom said, pulling Ana as she, too, hurried out of the house.

As they ran after Grace, they heard shouts from behind. They stopped, looked back and saw a group of four men barrelling down on them. The group hurried past them in a rush of breathing. Ana noticed Jess' Dad was one of the group. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Grace practically stumbled as she reached Jess' motionless body. She knelt and cradled Jess' as she saw the blood oozing out of her mouth. Lita and Jo stepped away as Grace rocked her daughter in her arms.

"Oh, my God, oh, my God," Grace breathed, pressing Jess to her breast.

Within minutes, Martin, Jess' father, came upon his family. He did not hesitate. He bent down, gave Grace a kiss on her cheek, picked up Jess without a fuss, his arms bulged with his daughter's weight. He turned, his feet heavy on the ground, as he rushed off. Half-way to the road, a horse-drawn cart waited. He handed Jess to the driver, jumped into the cart and took Jess off the driver, who roared the cart off to the village hospital.

(to be continued)

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