When the pain of a nightingale left me helpless
She left me chaotic. I was hurt. My past life was not pleasant. It was the owner who helped my mother raise me after he killed my father. He was fond of divination and lured my mother by promising that she would be the heir to his property. He handled poisonous snakes. He closed his eyes with the snakes and demonstrated his powers to control them. There were many snakes everywhere.
As I grew older, I saw snakes guarding the 90-year-old mansion. There was a large patio with overgrown trees. The flower bushes were once a rose garden. However, it was not maintained, but the house gave an insight into its glorious past. Dark blue blinds and awnings decorated the doors and windows that were left open since no one entered the enclosure for fear of snakes. The snakes never hurt me. I grew up with them.
A pretty girl with her parents lived next door, but she had never visited my house. I was seeing her for more than 6 months and little by little she started to love me. I felt an electrical connection to her. One day he visited my house and, in the twinkling light of the crescent moon, we were making love. The light summer breeze added to our ecstasy, the stars showing our love when he suddenly caught a glimpse of something shaking near the sandalwood tree.
He squinted and screamed in fear. At first I didn’t know what she was looking at, but I soon realized that the snakes on the sandalwood tree were scaring her. I laughed, but she was too terrified. In the morning I wanted to go for a walk in the fresh air. I accompanied her. Suddenly we hear a typical sound. As I turned around I saw a nightingale holding a plastic in its beak and shaking its neck to warn us of something. Suddenly, a peculiar sound filled the air.
The birds began to approach. I could hear a strange sound from the tree slowly descending. It was a snake with a bird in its mouth coming down from the mango tree. The snake took a few minutes to kill the bird and swallowed it. The red-whiskered nightingale lost its chick.
My beloved was a bird lover and she was very upset. I was crying and I knew it was all over. I emailed her, she didn’t reply. If only he could heed the Nightingale’s warning, it might have ended well. The lesson learned was that we must protect birds and wildlife.
My chaotic and restless sight searches for her as if to go towards her. I lost all peace, so I decided to go to the Costa Blanca. I left my mom with her splendid 19th century heritage. Although my mother no longer exists, I have no intention of returning to the mansion that is deserted and lost amid newly built houses in the land that was once a rose garden.
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