Oh!
She would welcome her visitors with their pros's as well as con. It would make her relish her peaceful life even more.
More than she already did? Impossible.
Recognizing as well as feeling appreciation for the life she has, it had always come easily, though not always.
There had been many years of turmoil, of depression, of wondering if she could persevere long enough for life to improve. It did, after all, improve in so many ways. The past struggles & sadness were even less than a memory. Just enough essence of sadness to evoke gratitude.
Be grateful for the little things. Remember to pet the sweaty things. Ew. WTH was that supposed to mean, anyway? She didn't know, nor did she give it much more thought. It was es spielt keine rolle.
Many Americans thought it was "es mach nichts".
Umm, nope. lol. Maybe in low Deutsche or low German. American soldiers made such a fubar on that one! It gave the German people something funny to have a laugh over it for awhile.
She had found her niche in the art world. A world of eccentrics, brilliant minds who had been shunned by scientists, snickered at by the rest. Just as many before her. Michael Angelo, Leonardo Da Vinci, Andy Warhol, Pablo Picasso, Peter Paul Rubens, just to name a few. Though she might not be in that class.
Not yet.
Her sculpture was very well received. She had even made a very lucrative living from the works she translated from flights of fancy to multidimensional works of refined beauty.
Still
It fell short of drawing to her, those whom she wished most, with all her heart to draw to her. The ones who stood aloof.
Her children.
The very ones she had given birth to, had loved, taught, devoted herself to. She saw them less, spoke to them far less than the clients who sought her out.
A lunch, a dinner to honor her, an interview or simply a conversation that concluded minus accusations of abuse. Conversations that were revered, that were very sup[ported by the spouses of the ones wishing to speak to her even if only for a few minutes.
She wished for her children to value her in this way, yet, it was rare.
Soon, they would all be arriving at her home. All of them with their spouses and children in tow. Some of the children she had not yet seen, some of the children, not in a few years. It was daunting, yet, she knew it was necessary. She had a large home with 12 bedrooms and 12 bathrooms to herself. It was more than she needed.
She had bought it just on the chance that some day...some day...
Now?
Someday was here.
Be careful what you wish for...
She heard the first of the vehicles grinding up the private road where her home was the only property on it.
She knew that it was the first of many vehicles to arrive on that day.
That wonderful day she had wished for as well as felt a slight tinge of anxiety about. There had been no children in her home for many years.
That?
That was about to change.
(stay tuned)
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