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Karma: The Story of a Normal Girl Printable Version PRINTABLE VERSION
by Life Freedom Youth, Morocco Feb 15, 2007
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She slept until 10am that morning, she couldn’t get out of bed earlier because she had an exceptionally tiring evening.

Her cat went to her bed and started playing with her blond hair, it was so cute that she felt secure as she used to be in her mother’s arms as a child. Actually, she could never forget her tenderness and softness…

“Did you have sweet dreams? It looks like you visited the wonderland. Did you met your friend Alice??”

“Good morning mom!!!”

“Good morning sweetheart! Ok, you have to hurry up, you’ll be late for school!”

“Ok mom,…”

“Come on Sally, breakfast is ready!”

“Coming!!”

Now, she can never hear that voice. She is alone with her cat, loafing their weekends away. As a child, she used to love her special weekends with her mother. They always came up with weird and new ideas.

“Ok Sam, I know you’re hungry and so am I.”

She got out of bed, took a shower and had breakfast.

“Well, you’ll stay home alone today. Penny is gonna come to check on you in the afternoon and give you something to eat. I have something important to do.”

Her family split up after her mother’s death, her father got remarried to a younger woman. Sally decided to live her life as independently as she could, not be caring about her father who dropped her.

It was quite rough to lead such a different life, her mother was always by her side supporting her as much as she could. She moved to another town, rented a small flat and got a job as a waitress in a restaurant. She had been dreaming of being a pilot, the dimensions inspired her deeply.

All of a sudden, the phone rang. Sally wasn’t in a mood to talk to anyone, so she didn’t pick up. The correspondent left a message on the answer-phone:

“Hi Sally, it’s me Bill. What gives? You suddenly took off yesterday!! Hope everything is all right. If you wanna talk about it, you know where to find me. Take care, bye…”

It was Bill, Sally’s close friend. They met when Sally moved to Portville two years ago. Sally was looking for a job, she met Bill at the job center. Bill had been working there and he helped her get a job. Since then, they became good friends.

“It couldn’t have been better, Bill. Sorry” she sighed to herself with an unwilling face.

A few minutes later, she left. While driving, she recalled what happened in the pub the previous night. When she was having a drink with Bill like on any casual Saturday, a couple came into the pub. A well-built man and a woman dressed in red who looked younger. They were strolling happily arm-in-arm…

“Oh my God, it’s him!! It’s him…my…my…father…” Sally whispered to herself.

“What’s up Sally? What are you so gloomy about?” Bill said. He tried to guess what was wrong but he drew a blank.

Sally heard only a babble of voices, she was at her wits’ end. Without a word, she got up and left the pub. Bill went out after her, as he arrived on the stoop, Sally had already driven off.

Three miles away from the pub, she pulled over and started crying. “They were happy together, very happy…It stands out like a sore thumb!! But what are they doing here? It’s miles away from where they live…Oh my God.”

She got out of her car and roamed around in a dark alley remembering her life in the lovely countryside home. Two hours later, she felt better and sat down. Memories began to flood her mind.

Nine years back. The river had been her favorite place, she used to picnic with her family there. She had enjoyed spending her time playing with her father. While playing, her mother had been gazing at them. They had really enjoyed those moments together.

Sally had wished those times would be timeless, life had been so enjoyable. “I wish life hadn’t been that cruel to all of us. If only I could turn back the clock.”

Her mind started swimming between fantasies and the reality, she fell on her knees and gazed at the mountains. The thoughts were so overwhelming that she lied on the grass, closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Isabelle, Sally’s mother, decided to be a house-wife. Before that, she worked as a lawyer’s assistant. She loved her work, but the love of her family won over. “Family comes first!” she told her boss as she resigned.
She was 3 months pregnant when she decided to sacrifice her time to her baby, and her family of course. The idea of having a baby had always haunted her, after two years of marriage, she got ready to make the dream come true. She thought it was the time to start a real family.

This idea wasn’t welcome to her husband, Mike. He was a gym-trainer, having a lot of get-up-and-go. “We’re still young honey. There’s no need to have a baby so early. We have a lot of things to do together; just me and you. A baby will spoil that, won’t he?”

This was always Mike's response to the question.

One day, Isabelle went back home earlier. Mike was in the backyard, he glanced at her waiting for an answer to his silent question.





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