I'm in the mood
so let's go for it! Remember there was a time I typed out one of my compositions 'Cadbury'? Yea! I was just looking through my English file one day and found one of my favourites. The title was 'The time when I failed to remember my friend's birthday.' Aaaannd...here we go!
Tears welled up in my eyes as I sat beside her, my friend for twelve years. Scenes of my stupidity rushed through my head again and again, tormenting me. If my punishment for what I had done was to end my life, I would not have minded. But, I am still alive.
Four days ago, Betty was waiting for me anxiously at the coffee shop across her block. It was around 11 o’clock in the night, the night just before her 20th birthday. That day, we had planned that we would meet up and I, as her best friend, would give her the loveliest present I ever could. After which we would go for a midnight movie.
I am still confused as to whom to blame for that tragic incident. My bad memory or my stressful career or Betty herself? Yes. As a nurse in my early twenties, I had to often work late into the night, looking after sick patients. However much determined I was to celebrate Betty’s birthday with her, my hectic schedule fully occupied my mind. I forgot her birthday!
As the clock struck 11.40pm, I suddenly realized my mistake. I decided to leave immediately and get to betty as fast as I could. I knew she was waiting for me. I hurriedly changed into my casual clothes and grabbed Betty’s present. A letter I thought would never be any more special than any other. It was a letter, in which I had poured out my heart, all my feelings; it was five pages long! Unfortunately, the taxi journey took me 15 minutes and by the time I reached Betty, it was 12.07am.
Having noticed me from the coffee shop across the road, Betty left her tissue packet and ran towards me, her eyes gleaming with excitement. At that point in time, I knew I mattered more to her than anything or anyone else. She was so elated that she glowed in the dark!
“Renee! I knew you would come!” she squealed from across the road, to me, her most trusted friend. But, I knew something was not right. I just knew it! However, before I could realize what it was, Betty had set foot on the road.
The next thing I remembered was the only the horn of the black Mercedes, my weak scream for Betty and her frightful cry. Then, she was there. Lying on the road, in a pool of blood.
No words can ever describe my shock, my sorrow and how much I yearn for dear Betty to come back to me. “I so want her back now,” I still pray to God.
At first, I thought there was hope; she was still breathing. But, I simply cannot digest the fact that she died on her way to the hospital, on her birthday, on my lap!
Now, I sit with the letter I wrote to her in my hands. Every night, after returning from work, I read the letter, alone, and think about how she would have reacted if only she was given a chance to read it. The reason I am still alive is because I want to celebrate Betty’s birthday every year. I want her to know how sorry I am and I want her to forgive me.
I want to tell her, “Betty, I love you.”
-Dharshini Rajah
Four days ago, Betty was waiting for me anxiously at the coffee shop across her block. It was around 11 o’clock in the night, the night just before her 20th birthday. That day, we had planned that we would meet up and I, as her best friend, would give her the loveliest present I ever could. After which we would go for a midnight movie.
I am still confused as to whom to blame for that tragic incident. My bad memory or my stressful career or Betty herself? Yes. As a nurse in my early twenties, I had to often work late into the night, looking after sick patients. However much determined I was to celebrate Betty’s birthday with her, my hectic schedule fully occupied my mind. I forgot her birthday!
As the clock struck 11.40pm, I suddenly realized my mistake. I decided to leave immediately and get to betty as fast as I could. I knew she was waiting for me. I hurriedly changed into my casual clothes and grabbed Betty’s present. A letter I thought would never be any more special than any other. It was a letter, in which I had poured out my heart, all my feelings; it was five pages long! Unfortunately, the taxi journey took me 15 minutes and by the time I reached Betty, it was 12.07am.
Having noticed me from the coffee shop across the road, Betty left her tissue packet and ran towards me, her eyes gleaming with excitement. At that point in time, I knew I mattered more to her than anything or anyone else. She was so elated that she glowed in the dark!
“Renee! I knew you would come!” she squealed from across the road, to me, her most trusted friend. But, I knew something was not right. I just knew it! However, before I could realize what it was, Betty had set foot on the road.
The next thing I remembered was the only the horn of the black Mercedes, my weak scream for Betty and her frightful cry. Then, she was there. Lying on the road, in a pool of blood.
No words can ever describe my shock, my sorrow and how much I yearn for dear Betty to come back to me. “I so want her back now,” I still pray to God.
At first, I thought there was hope; she was still breathing. But, I simply cannot digest the fact that she died on her way to the hospital, on her birthday, on my lap!
Now, I sit with the letter I wrote to her in my hands. Every night, after returning from work, I read the letter, alone, and think about how she would have reacted if only she was given a chance to read it. The reason I am still alive is because I want to celebrate Betty’s birthday every year. I want her to know how sorry I am and I want her to forgive me.
I want to tell her, “Betty, I love you.”
-Dharshini Rajah
I'm in love!
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