THE LANE OF MEMORIES

As we opened the bedroom door of our parents’ room, the first thing we noticed was an image hanging on the wall of them when they were young. It was in black and white. Ohh what times they shared and the smile that was drawn on their face was irreplaceable.

As we passed by the hung bathrobes, my sister saw an old purse of my mom. To her surprise, when she opened it, she discovered an old perfume purse that she took out and sprayed, and out filled my mom’s scent in the bedroom. It was her favorite Rajasthan perfume from ETRO.

Then as we continued to skim through the room, we saw my dad’s backgammon leather case. A small teddy bear that once belonged to my grandma that sat next to an old invitation card to a birthday that we once were invited to. All those beautiful memories that came flashing back were so unique and dear to our hearts. This box reminded us that we could indeed recreate our own magic in the same way that we pulled the bunny out of the hat.

It wasn’t until, my sister noticed the radio on the edge of the counter that she leaned over, turned it on, and raised on the volume. Out came the sound of FAIRUZ booming from the radio. My sister held my dad’s bathrobe off the hangers as she started to sway on the rhythm of the music.

We took rolls dancing around as if we were hugging and dancing with our dad. Ohh how we had longed for his smell, for his touch and presence. Only a few hours and we will all be joined together again.

If we could fast forward time was the only thought that passed through both our minds as we jumped on the bed and closed our eyes, snuggling in the colorful bedcovers and cushions that designed the bed.

Wake up wake up!!! I jumped out of bed and ran towards my sister, not knowing what had happened.

Leila Miled