The Partial Road. Chapter Four.
Continued from Chapter Three
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I don't know if you've ever cried your eyes out. When you do, you realise that there's a bunch more beneath. You tap into your heart and cry your heart out. And when you get to the bottom of that, you realize you still have so, so, so much more. You start exhausting your soul for tears.
Then something unexpected happens. It's hard to explain. I suppose the easiest thing to compare it to is falling in love with someone who's guts you hate. Or hated. But suddenly. In one shift from red to green, without any yellow in between, you find yourself filled up with joy. Just pure joy.
I loved Paulo Coelho's books. If I was an alchemist, I'd swear, this was alchemy. Getting to the point where you've poured out your whole soul to the point of death teleports you into another dimension. I don't remember the last time I walked an experience down so far down it's road.
What followed bruised my freshly forming male ego
"You can marry him in 25 years if you study really hard and learn to love yourself through and through," I heard Mom say to a girl who must have been thrice my height when I was four years old.
"He's so adorable I just wanna hug him forever," the girl sitting one row up from us said to her mom just before my Mom laid down the terms of bethrothal.
"I think you're the prettiest girl in church!" my four year old head blurted as I pulled on her hair starting this entire love fest '87. That's when she turned around and told her mom she wanted to hug me.
I flew through the air like a gigantic, ummm what do you call those things
What followed bruised my freshly forming male ego. It must have been it's first bruise. Mom handed me over the theater seat backs like a sack of Valencia oranges you get from those illegal immigrant dudes wearing cowboy hats off every I-5 exit from La Jolla Village to Burbank Blvd.
The girl grabbed me. She just grabbed me whole. She squeezed me so hard into her chest, my cheeks almost popped.
"Oh, mom, look at how cute he is! His cheeks are turning so red it looks like he's going to pop!" she said.
I remember all this because I remember thinking, "That's wierd. Her breasts are about like Mom's breasts but her nipples are so small."
Then I remembered an earlier time. Dad held both my hands and started spinning me. I flew through the air like a gigantic, ummm what do you call those things on sticks that you spin over your head that everyone just calls 'noise makers?'
I was in the safest place in the whole wide world
My feet felt gigantic too. I loved it.
Then Mom grabbed my ankles.
"Darling, let's show Charlie how it feels to fly!" Mom said with the most mischievously sparkling eyes.
Mom and Dad lifted me overhead a hundred feed and I hovered there, in outer space, safely grounded to the planet earth by Mom and Dad's powerful grips. Then, I dropped a million miles faster than a meteor and landed on earth like a snowflake. This cycle was set on permanent press repeat.
When Dad lifted me by my arms to straighten me out, my red and blue checkered Vans Off The Walls stumbled over each other to run toward Mom's knees. But instead of kissing the grass with my front teeth, Mom's strong arms hoisted me up to safety. I was in my Mom's arms. I was in the safest place in the whole wide world.
Continued: Chapter Five
