A Beautiful Reality

Daniella smiled in satisfaction as she took a step back and admire her artwork. Her painting was finally completed. The house was quiet, but not for long.

There was a familiar sound of a car pulling up to the driveway, and the car engine being turned off. As she opened the front door, she squatted down with her arms extended as little Marie rushed towards her. “Mummy, Mummy!” She cried in delight. In her tiny hand, she grasped a single tiny daisy flower. “This is for you, mummy.” She whispered into her mother’s ear and kiss her cheek as she passed the flower to Daniella.

“Slow down Marie. Be careful. Hi honey.” Keith called out behind. He pressed a few buttons to lock the car and close the gate. Everything was automatic nowadays.

“Hello to both of you. How was your day, sweetie? Did you have fun with daddy?”

“Tons of fun!” She said with an enthusiasm of an excited kid as three of them walked into the house together. Marie described her day at the playground in utmost detail. The new friends she talked to. The cute dog that she fed. sandcastle she made in the sandpit. How high she could go on the swing.

“Marie, now that you have fun, go to your room and change. We’re going out for dinner tonight.”

“OK!” And she skipped happily up the stairs into her very girly bedroom.

“Now that we’re alone—” Keith pulled her up close, her arms wrapped around her waist. He was blessed to have such a beautiful wife like Daniella, inside and out. He swept her hair off the back of her neck and wrapped his arms around her from behind. Tenderly, he kissed her neck right under her ear.

Daniella giggled like a school girl. Keith had always been able to made her feel giddy with love. How lucky she was. She had it all. A roof under her head. A cosy home. A beautiful daughter. A loving husband. Good health. A comfortable life. Everything a person could want, she had it all. They stood in silence for a moment, their hands linked. Keith looked up and saw the canvas on the easel, covered with black fabric. He knew she had been working on her painting for a week now.

“Is the painting complete?” He asked.

“As a matter of fact, it is.” She released herself gently from his grasp to remove the black fabric. The painting revealed a silhouette of a girl in skater dress holding hands with a boy at the arched bridge, facing the night sky.

“Do you recognise -”

He cut her off. “This was the place we first met. Are you still thinking about this?”

“Sometimes. Lately more than ever.“

“Why didn’t you tell me about it? you can always talk to me if you feel that way again. You know.. ” His voice trailed off.

Daniella reminisced. Five years ago at the bridge that night, she had almost jumped off the bridge. When she came to her senses, she realised how silly it was. Keith happened to be at the right place at the right time. It was almost like destiny had brought them together by a twist of fate.

“Remember what you told me that day? You told me that I was worth it. You told me you will spend your whole life making me feel that way. You gave me hope. You made me believe in myself at my weakest point in life. That was the moment I fell in love with you.”

“I thought it is my charming good looks.” Keith joked and held Daniella’s smooth hand. She turned to him, head first then body, and then smiled “That too.”

“I love you, Daniella. Don’t ever forget that. Marie too. We both love you more than you will ever know. If you ever feel low, just remember we are always there for you. Always.” “I love you too, Keith” She said, as she gazed affectionately at the love of her life. He held her in a lover’s embrace and leaned in for a long sweet kiss.

Little Marie stood at the bottom of the steps and let out a disgusted sound “eww gross.” Both Daniella and Keith turned and laughed at their five-year old’s innocence.

“Shall we go for dinner?”


6 thoughts on “A Beautiful Reality

    • Jill says:

      Oh you have sharp eyes! That was a typo. Truth is I’m struggling with names of the characters and the guy was initially named Victor 🙂

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