Be Light,
Much Love,
Iam Aehr.
. . .
“What do you wish for?”
“To be happy. Always”, the little girl replied, beaming.
The man studied her carefully for he wasn’t sure he had heard right. His ears couldn’t have played tricks on him, though, considering the bewildered expression on everyone else’s face. To have said that he, too, was stunned would have been an understatement.
Yet the man was a nomad, who claimed all other the world that he possessed the power of wish-granting. With his thick Bulgarian accent, olive skin and piercings as well as the tribal designs tattooed all over his body, he had that kind of mystic aura which had enthralled crowds of people.
The man had no special ability whatsoever nor was he really Bulgarian. Nonetheless, he knew how to use his charms and as a result of years of practice, he could easily captivate people. Also with much observation, the man could somehow predict one’s desires and so, had expected the girl to ask for brand new dolls or dresses. It is because he knew with almost certainty that most people’s wants were driven by a thirst for wealth, power, fame and revenge and that they were mostly interested by material things. Therefore, it was without an ounce of abashment that he would usually laugh at his oblivious ‘clients’, after putting the handful of silver coins in the safety his pockets, that is.
However, a small glimpse at the girl was enough to make him feel truly ashamed. She, with her freckles and golden locks, only wanted to be happy and that was the purest wish of all. The man realized that maybe, after all, that was all life was about: happiness. Not money. Not power.
Mustering all his courage, he dared to look at the girl, his gaze never leaving her eyes and with a sad smile, he said “I’m sorry. I really wish I could.”
And for once, he really wished he had that power.
He watched the girl leave, that peculiar glow from her eyes and her radiating smile slowly fading and being replaced by a slight pout.
How could such a supposedly candid child manage to make him reconsider his perception of life? Maybe, after all, it was she who possessed some kind of supernatural ability.
And suddenly he understood. That kid was wise. Wiser than anyone else he had come across. She, with her freckles and golden locks, had truly understood the main purpose of living.
- Laetitia.L