Katzfiel [13]
Friday, December 16th 2022, 11:43pm
Years ago, she and her husband and children had gone out to go shopping. They even had cars. They were rich... She saw white, fresh daisies at a roadside flower shop. She was remembering that moment... Her husband also looked at where she was looking and smiled.
Right right; her husband was a handsome man. When he smiled, women would start courting him, regardless of whether he was married. She was embarrassed to show her jealousy, but her husband always said, "It's obvious from the flame coming out of your eyes... Don't hide it in vain. "He was a little bit mischievous.
She smiled as the memories began to fill her mind, but soon her smile froze. Her husband pulled the car over, picked up a bunch of daisies, and they were trapped under that truck when they were on their way back. And, lastly, she saw daisies painted with blood while she was fainting. Then it wasn’t lucky to see their bodies again... Unfortunately, she couldn’t leave the hospital in time.
Passing by a house with a garden, she saw the flower shop.
"One of the same, my lady?" the woman selling flowers said while smiling with her healthy face.
"The same," she smiled with difficulty. Her mind was still in the daisies that had turned red. She took the red daisies given by the woman in her hand and slowly fell on her way.
Her eyes searched for the large tombstone as she entered the cemetery. She had a huge family cemetery after she recovered and had the photographs of all of them put on the marble, including her own.
Each lay under their own photograph. All of them had graves full. Only her tomb was empty. The old woman felt his heartache as she moved slowly. She felt that she was getting old; tired...
When she reached the head of the tomb, she left red daisies right in the middle of the marble section. It had been over forty years since she lost her family. It was such a pain that she hadn’t felt alive once in the last forty years.
She first touched the picture of his older daughter. She was the angel from which she tasted motherhood. Then her hand reached for the photograph of her little daughter. She was the first to make her life knowing motherhood. Her first motherhood was like a test project... She smiled. Her eldest daughter suffered from all maternal inexperience; pity... Tight-fitting clothes, loose-fitting clothes, wrongly administered drugs, wrongly given meals. But when her little daughter arrived, she was more experienced. So her infancy was more comfortable; both for her husband and herself.
Then, her wrinkled hands slipped over her husband's photograph. She had forgotten about her husband's warmth. When her fingertips touched the photograph of her husband, she remembered that warmth and became cold; the old woman's eyes were filled. She missed a lot... Her heart hurt again... When her eyes began to close softly, she did not prevent herself. She would return home after a little rest. She lay down on the reserved grave. Wasn't she coming here soon anyway? And not to go again...
**
"Aunty?" She heard the voice vaguely. She then panicked when she realized that she was being hugged. It was getting dark. The old woman looked at the young man who had taken her in his arms. She knew this man from somewhere...
"But you always do this to me, don't you?"
At that moment her eyebrows lifted moodily. What was she doing?
"You forgot my handsome face again; right?" the man smiled.“Let me tell you now,” he continued. At that time they returned to the street where the old woman's house was.
"I am your nephew. You are my grumpy aunt. You are staying in my garden because you want to sit alone, and again you fell asleep at the cemetery"
The young man was saddened as he said the last word, but the old woman couldn’t notice this. She had no family, and when she began to get confused by his old age, the man took his aunt with him. He lived in the same house with his wife, son, and aunt; but the stubborn old woman wanted to live in a house of her own.
Obviously, she didn't want to disturb his wife – although she wasn't at all. Finally, when they couldn’t persuade the old woman, they built a prefabricated house in the garden of their large house. In this prefabricated house, which was a studio house, she was both comfortable and her nephew relieved because she was in front of his eyes.
Sometimes the young man laughed a lot at his aunt's grunts. For example, the old woman had planted ivy with flowers all over the house to make the house look more beautiful. Then, when the vines began to come in front of the windows, she began to complain about the weeds that weren’t cleaned. Indeed, the young man had to arrange those vines too.
When his gaze shifted back to the woman in his arms, he saw that she was asleep. They had returned home. He had her aunt take him home and have her dinner. The old woman seemed to have forgotten the whole day. When evening time came, the woman began to insist on going home and her nephew took the woman to her house in the garden.
**
The old woman suddenly strangers herself as she entered the house while hanging up her coat. Where was she? Ah... She was at home. But… Okay, why did she go out? It was getting dark, too. Maybe she was called Milky.
She looked around. Milky wasn’t there. When she hung his coat and opened the door, Milky rushed inside.
"Did you take me out at this hour, you mischievous?" she jokingly got angry at the Milky. Then she sat down by the burning fireplace. Probably the helper had burned it. "How beautiful..." she muttered; "This fireplace doesn't go out at all."
For some reason, she felt full. The old woman thought she ate too much for lunch. She looked at the stove; it would be better if she brewed tea but it was better if she finished her knitting first.
While the old woman started her own night with her housework; his nephew locked the garden door and headed towards his own home.
While the young man hugged his wife; "How I forgot to lock that door yesterday, I still don't understand," he muttered.
"Don't worry yourself that much. At least the place she went to is fixed," she tried to comfort him. The young man was saddened with a deep sigh. He should have been more careful. He would be more careful.
At night, everyone slept in their bed with peace.
The next morning, trying to get sunlight through the window of her one-roomed house, the old woman awoke. She threw herself into the rocking chair by her bed with difficulty. At the same time, her cat Milky was in the woman's lap. While she was absently stroking her cat's head, she suddenly thought of red daisies...
She was getting old now. She kept stirring up everything. Every morning when she woke up in her bed, her mind was obsessed with something. That morning she was obsessed with the red daisies.
Why did she think of red daisies?
THE END.gif)
Right right; her husband was a handsome man. When he smiled, women would start courting him, regardless of whether he was married. She was embarrassed to show her jealousy, but her husband always said, "It's obvious from the flame coming out of your eyes... Don't hide it in vain. "He was a little bit mischievous.
She smiled as the memories began to fill her mind, but soon her smile froze. Her husband pulled the car over, picked up a bunch of daisies, and they were trapped under that truck when they were on their way back. And, lastly, she saw daisies painted with blood while she was fainting. Then it wasn’t lucky to see their bodies again... Unfortunately, she couldn’t leave the hospital in time.
Passing by a house with a garden, she saw the flower shop.
"One of the same, my lady?" the woman selling flowers said while smiling with her healthy face.
"The same," she smiled with difficulty. Her mind was still in the daisies that had turned red. She took the red daisies given by the woman in her hand and slowly fell on her way.
Her eyes searched for the large tombstone as she entered the cemetery. She had a huge family cemetery after she recovered and had the photographs of all of them put on the marble, including her own.
Each lay under their own photograph. All of them had graves full. Only her tomb was empty. The old woman felt his heartache as she moved slowly. She felt that she was getting old; tired...
When she reached the head of the tomb, she left red daisies right in the middle of the marble section. It had been over forty years since she lost her family. It was such a pain that she hadn’t felt alive once in the last forty years.
She first touched the picture of his older daughter. She was the angel from which she tasted motherhood. Then her hand reached for the photograph of her little daughter. She was the first to make her life knowing motherhood. Her first motherhood was like a test project... She smiled. Her eldest daughter suffered from all maternal inexperience; pity... Tight-fitting clothes, loose-fitting clothes, wrongly administered drugs, wrongly given meals. But when her little daughter arrived, she was more experienced. So her infancy was more comfortable; both for her husband and herself.
Then, her wrinkled hands slipped over her husband's photograph. She had forgotten about her husband's warmth. When her fingertips touched the photograph of her husband, she remembered that warmth and became cold; the old woman's eyes were filled. She missed a lot... Her heart hurt again... When her eyes began to close softly, she did not prevent herself. She would return home after a little rest. She lay down on the reserved grave. Wasn't she coming here soon anyway? And not to go again...
**
"Aunty?" She heard the voice vaguely. She then panicked when she realized that she was being hugged. It was getting dark. The old woman looked at the young man who had taken her in his arms. She knew this man from somewhere...
"But you always do this to me, don't you?"
At that moment her eyebrows lifted moodily. What was she doing?
"You forgot my handsome face again; right?" the man smiled.“Let me tell you now,” he continued. At that time they returned to the street where the old woman's house was.
"I am your nephew. You are my grumpy aunt. You are staying in my garden because you want to sit alone, and again you fell asleep at the cemetery"
The young man was saddened as he said the last word, but the old woman couldn’t notice this. She had no family, and when she began to get confused by his old age, the man took his aunt with him. He lived in the same house with his wife, son, and aunt; but the stubborn old woman wanted to live in a house of her own.
Obviously, she didn't want to disturb his wife – although she wasn't at all. Finally, when they couldn’t persuade the old woman, they built a prefabricated house in the garden of their large house. In this prefabricated house, which was a studio house, she was both comfortable and her nephew relieved because she was in front of his eyes.
Sometimes the young man laughed a lot at his aunt's grunts. For example, the old woman had planted ivy with flowers all over the house to make the house look more beautiful. Then, when the vines began to come in front of the windows, she began to complain about the weeds that weren’t cleaned. Indeed, the young man had to arrange those vines too.
When his gaze shifted back to the woman in his arms, he saw that she was asleep. They had returned home. He had her aunt take him home and have her dinner. The old woman seemed to have forgotten the whole day. When evening time came, the woman began to insist on going home and her nephew took the woman to her house in the garden.
**
The old woman suddenly strangers herself as she entered the house while hanging up her coat. Where was she? Ah... She was at home. But… Okay, why did she go out? It was getting dark, too. Maybe she was called Milky.
She looked around. Milky wasn’t there. When she hung his coat and opened the door, Milky rushed inside.
"Did you take me out at this hour, you mischievous?" she jokingly got angry at the Milky. Then she sat down by the burning fireplace. Probably the helper had burned it. "How beautiful..." she muttered; "This fireplace doesn't go out at all."
For some reason, she felt full. The old woman thought she ate too much for lunch. She looked at the stove; it would be better if she brewed tea but it was better if she finished her knitting first.
While the old woman started her own night with her housework; his nephew locked the garden door and headed towards his own home.
While the young man hugged his wife; "How I forgot to lock that door yesterday, I still don't understand," he muttered.
"Don't worry yourself that much. At least the place she went to is fixed," she tried to comfort him. The young man was saddened with a deep sigh. He should have been more careful. He would be more careful.
At night, everyone slept in their bed with peace.
The next morning, trying to get sunlight through the window of her one-roomed house, the old woman awoke. She threw herself into the rocking chair by her bed with difficulty. At the same time, her cat Milky was in the woman's lap. While she was absently stroking her cat's head, she suddenly thought of red daisies...
She was getting old now. She kept stirring up everything. Every morning when she woke up in her bed, her mind was obsessed with something. That morning she was obsessed with the red daisies.
Why did she think of red daisies?
THE END
Evil Then Devil 
