Everthing WAS Perfect

Everything was perfect. I sat in the midst of all the wild flowers around me, just watching the sky dissolve from a milky white to a fierce red. The water wavering slightly, making the reflection of the sky bounce up and down in the water. The evening was coming too soon it always did whenever I didn’t want it to. I never wanted to get up and walk that stony path home. I didn’t want to go back home to my mother and father fighting so fiercely both of their strong personalities clashing in this shower of verbal abuse to each other. It wasn’t always like this my mother and father truly loved each other but sometimes it would just come up for some silly reason but they would always pacify each other. I loved my parents I would kill for them. They were perfect. My mother was the perfect Indian mother she would create such a big fuss over a tiny little flu or over a slight headache. She would make sure food would already be on the gleaming glass table steaming hot exactly ten seconds before my father would get home. My mother always said serving her family and looking after her home was her life whenever I asked her how she always knew when father was coming home. She would make sure both of our wishes would be fulfilled before we could even utter them. Father was exactly the same, every day he would bring different coloured bangles for my mother and for me a different coloured candy stick he would say “Different colours of my heart for the biggest pieces of my heart” This was what I looked forward to each day, seeing if he had managed to get a different colour from the previous day. Every day he did.