The Earth of mist ch18

It was the first time I noticed that there were several paintings of a baby crying around Peter's little apartment.

Although I do remember seeing her in Italy, living with Gilbert.

But it was the first time I cried at her like that that I didn't even feel Peter standing behind me watching.

He came up to me and he said, Do you know this painting has a strange story?

He continued. There was a man walking the streets of Spain at night when he heard the sound of that child crying there and, oddly enough, that child kept crying every time the child visited the painter Armando in his home. I said, this is weird. Why is he always crying? Peter said, Because he saw his father burning in front of his eyes, it is also said that he himself died that way that the universe is strange. I felt my body was too hot and you needed air. Peter was surprised by my condition, but he did not press it. Peter perplexed: I'm sorry, did I disturb you. I said, It's okay. I'll be fine.

I remembered this nightmare I saw when I was 12 years old, and it kept haunting me.

And because of that nightmare, I had to run away from home because my mind was always telling me that what I saw would happen if I chose to stay and had to change my destiny. Destiny returned to me at that moment the image of the face of the old woman who helped me recover in the mountains.

I heard Peter say, It's time to eat. I was so surprised, I was eating nothing but the food that I had prepared or what Gilbert was cooking, but I was ashamed to say no to Peter, so I sat on the dining table next to him.

The old woman's face kept chasing me as Peter watched me eat strange dishes I had never tasted before. I was amazed that I thought I knew all the food Yes, I did not get a specialty in cooking despite all the years of effort and work, but I got a lot of experience. Peter smiled at me when I loved that interesting new food.

It was only Gilbert who knew the details of that day, which I would never forget, and I looked up to Peter and I thought, You let me down, Gilbert no longer trusted anyone.

Peter was strange that day, after we had finished with the food, he decided to show me his secret place, where he painted a few small paintings, and he told me that it was a secret he still painted. He seemed ashamed to me that unlike Gilbert, I knew Gilbert since we were nine, but Gilbert was friendless, lonely, battered. I was his first and only friend at the time, so I decided to bring him food especially because he looked weak. The day Gilbert and I escaped was the day he survived because his adoptive father had killed his mother that night and if not for him, he would have been killed as well.

As winter came, I remembered that day.

Perhaps the rain was light, and for the first time I spent a Sunday with someone other than Gilbert and also outside my house.

No one but Gilbert knows how I got that house when we got back from our long trip and finally settled down and owned a fast food restaurant with other partners. The thing I wanted most at the time was a house. Gilbert wanted us to stay in a small rented apartment, but I did a search until I found that house was abandoned and had no customer for a long time, and I looked and found out why one family had been killed in that house before, and when the seller asked us, Are you sure? I said, Of course, I can always make a good deal, even with ghosts.

I wondered how a few years ago I was so confident, despite what I had to do, what I had to do myself and without anyone knowing, to survive, and now that things were settling down, everything around me changed that way.

After what I've been through, I stopped talking for a month, and Glipper was my whole connection to the world. I think of Glipper, what he's doing on Sunday and who's the woman he chose to replace me. I said to myself, "Fight, Christine, you can't forget your dignity. If he chose to move forward, he might not be able to accept what you've done for us."

Peter had the good sense to talk to potential clients, and I was the one who offered him a job in the restaurant. All I could think was that I had collapsed and that Maureen never knew I would never forget how she refused to accept my failure in math when I was a little girl. How did she tell my teacher that this was not possible because I was her daughter?

I could not be Dr. Maureen's daughter, I could not be very good at math, I could not accept that Jason did not defend me, he only confirmed what Maureen said, even though I hated math and science.

I still remember that Sunday because it contained all the evidence that I had to pay attention to, but I missed all of them first Gilbert, then Peter, and finally Mary, my only friend and the first girl I hired in the restaurant, and trusted her. She looked very strange that day. She talked to me about the progress of life and the need to get over and understand things but I didn't really think she did it and she betrayed me. In all the years of my travel, I may not have obtained a certificate, but I had collected enough recipes and learned everything about making food.

I worked in the cheese and vegetable factories and milk and cereal. I learned the seeds and knew that the universe is wonderful and has magic to see in our different food. Over time, I was able to develop my skills to make my own food flavor in collaboration with Gilbert. We were two in one, there was no recipe neither of us had. I even developed with him our way of organizing everything and keeping it. This was my marketing program for my brand, and Gilbert, how safe you are because I take care of your food so well.

I was sweating and thinking he just didn't leave, he took years with him.