Effortless Grace
The sweet breeze of early morning carried with it a sense of realization, mingled with a hint of bitterness, as it brushed against my cheeks, rousing me from my slumber. I sat up in bed, the bedsheets wrapped around me, and as I tossed them aside, I remembered the events of the previous night and my weary return home.
With a sigh, I slipped out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to freshen up. After dressing in my college uniform and gathering my belongings, I glanced over at the gown Mrs. George had kindly lent me. Retrieving it from where I had hung it the night before, I ran my fingers over its embellished surface, appreciating its beauty. Holding it up to my neck, I studied my reflection in the mirror, memories of the prom night flashing before my eyes. With a sense of gratitude, I carefully folded the gown and set it aside.
I couldn't express enough gratitude for Mrs. George's kindness and generosity, and I resolved to repay her efforts with a formal thank-you gesture. It was time to acknowledge the mess I had created and take steps to rectify it.
For too long, I had blamed others for my own mistakes, but now I realized that it was up to me to fix things. As I exited my room, a newfound sense of determination enveloped me, providing me with the confidence to confront the challenges ahead.
Running away had seemed like the easy option, but I knew deep down that it was time to face the consequences of my actions and make amends. With a renewed resolve, I set out to set things right, knowing that it wouldn't be easy, but understanding that it was necessary for my own growth and peace of mind..
"You ain't a child anymore. Deal with your shit on your own. If not now than never." I told myself when the idea of running came to me.
Nevertheless, I didn't want to stay here and continue my plans when I knew that things won't be the same anymore even if I go to college. However, my conscience didn't allow me to sneak away without fixing things or clearing out my image, the mistakes I had made, the heart I had injured and feeling I had broke.
As I shifted the weight of the heavy red gown over my arm, I made my way out of my room, the familiar sounds of the household routine filling the air. The house was alive with activity as everyone prepared to start their day, Mrs. George seeing off her husband as he left for work.
As Mrs. George kissed her husband goodbye and watched him disappear behind the door, I approached her, the gown still draped over my arm. She turned to me with a warm smile, her eyes brimming with warmth and affection.
"Oh, Grace, how was your party last night?" she asked casually, reaching out to pinch my cheeks affectionately before continuing on her way.
"It was good," I replied, a hint of hesitation in my voice as I followed her into the house.
"I wanted to return this gown to you," I called out softly, holding up the garment for her to see.
"Oh, just put it on the sofa. I'll take care of it later," she instructed, disappearing into the kitchen.
Following her orders, I carefully placed the gown on the sofa before making my way into the kitchen. Mrs. George was already hard at work, expertly maneuvering kitchen tools as she prepared breakfast for her children, who were still getting ready for school.
"I wanted to thank you," I said, my voice filled with genuine gratitude as I watched her move with effortless grace and skill.
"For what, Honey!" She asked busiedly.
"For everything you've ever done for me!" I said.
"Oh, I've not done anything out of the box. It's just the thing I'd even do for Sania too." She said smilingly.
I went around her and twisted her to pull her into my arms before hugging her tightly.
"I can't pay back for the things you've done for me, for all the favours and love. Thanks a lot. I love you. You never made me feel like I'm not with my family and missed my home and parents." I said over her shoulders.
"Aww... Sweetheart, is everything ok. Why are you getting so emotional today!?" She asked me pulling herself away from me and looking into my eyes which were filled to the brim by now with tears ready to explode out any moment because of the urge to cry was so hard that I couldn't help to control it.
"Yeah!" I nodded my head as words knotted themselves into my throat, not ready to come out at any cost.
She pulled me into her arms as I started crying and eased her hands on my back trying to console me.
"Tell me, alright!?" She asked me. "Is anything happened last night at the party!?"
I nodded my head negatively.
Though, she knew by my that something might have happened and insisted me to tell her everything, as we both sat on the chair around the dining table, I explained to her the whole scenario, inclining the incident happened the night before between the boys and the decision I had taken.
Once I was done explaining everything, she looked at me for a while without saying anything and then she stretched her hand out to wipe off my tears.
"You know what, Grace, you're one such brave girl I have ever known and know that I'm proud of you for the decision that you have made." She said patting my shoulders.
Hearing her a smile spread across my face and I hugged her once again. After that she prepared food for me and we had our last breakfast together.
I would never forget her the love and support she gave me. Sometimes we don't need much from people around us than their love and support.
I waved a goodbye to her and loved the kids before leaving the house forever.
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