Margaret - Once upon a time ...
- A king!
- No, not from .. we do that there was once a queen ...
- What a bore all these kings and queens! There once was a princess ...
- And you, Margaret, what would you say?
- I? ... Well ... I ... Margaret was a time!
- Then, once upon a time ... Margherita.
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Once upon a time Margherita.
I know who was Margaret. Although I've never known it's as if I had hours before our eyes: it was a skinny little girl, her hair always matted, held up by an elastic band that always shook his head bloody. Every morning the mother arranges her hair in a queue that was not even ten minutes after defeat. I tend to blonde hair was brown. They were curly, Margherita eventually learned to say "too much" and curly to look a bit 'of envy girls with straight hair like silk. Seeping from all parties and were never still, falling on his face tickling the skin when they least expected it.
eyes were green, a brisk that would be hard to believe. Yet they were hidden behind a pair of lenses often, shrinking them. A Margaret did not like at all, but was forced to take them there because without seeing anything. Do not you feel cheated, but it just was not comfortable and felt a bit 'ugly. So we locked up more and more in itself, day after day.
He had many friends and his sister if spinning a lot, as he was busy playing "to be great already."
So Margaret grew, taking with him his little bundle of disappointment and regret.
First for playground games ... like the bell. She had never played there: his mother thought that girls should stay home for good and not had a garden where you can play, because he lived in the city on a busy street. So she stayed in her room to draw for hours. Or pretend to be investigator, hiding behind walls and shooting his sister, his mom or his dad, who got angry and ended on time to confiscate the gun. Once a friend of his grandfather gave her a wheel and she was glad: for months on his favorite pastime was arranging the chairs in the living room as if they were a coach, sitting in the driver's seat, to conduct his imaginary passengers on the one hand across the world.
The afternoons they spent mostly at home, because her mother did not drive and her father was often away. No one could take her from here and there. Not that much interested in sports, like all his friends from school. But not attend the course would have liked skating: he had taken a course only one year out of the van of nuns that her home after class, and that year was enough to fall for catching up cross-legged and flying angels. Then the instructor skating was dead and the school had ceased to organize courses, so his chance skater had flown to heaven with the soul of his teacher.
Margaret rarely went out in the afternoon. He spent the afternoon at times with his grandfather listening to stories of a military war that seemed so far away, while the grandmother, mother and sister were going around to go shopping or passing time gossiping family, locked in the kitchen. Most of the time he spent alone, swaying in his thoughts, shutting out the world around him: in the end was convinced that the world does not understand or could not understand, that was the end for her equivalent.
grew more and more felt different and distant from her surroundings. More growth, more willing to talk about his outburst was not in natural conversation between sisters or between mother and daughter or friends. So it was that Daisy left the children's drawings slowly to fill pages with words, clippings, photographs. Lost in his own words, his dreams began to be confused with reality, and to depart more and more.
Margaret Until one day he stopped talking. The parents were very worried and took her around to find a doctor who could cure her. The only way to tell Margaret that she was to express his feelings as they appeared in his mind, but as nobody understood them, eventually even stopped to tell their stories. The doctors reached their unanimous verdict that there was nothing wrong in Margaret and they had to wait to decide to resume talking to herself, coming out that his own little world where he had hunted. Spending months important luminaries of psychology, to no avail: the little Margaret remained attached to his world by millions of tiny suction cups and remove one did not lead to anything.
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It was a warm spring afternoon when the doorbell rang at the door of the apartment where the little Margaret was living with his parents and his sister. It was a Saturday and they were all strangely at home. Little Margaret, always attentive to assist her, but most curious of all that was happening around his house, ran to the peephole and saw a man with a strange hat who was waiting for someone to welcome him. Margaret opened and waited for him to say something. But he was silent, then knelt at his height and made her hello with the hand without speaking.
Margaret returned the greeting and looked into his eyes as if to challenge him. He made a sign to get him and then Margaret took his hand and led him into the room, making him sit on a chair. Strangely, none of his reached it and this was beginning to annoy more and more, why not consider himself to the task. Oibò - he thought - until dumb I am fine, but this one thing will ? - They said girandogli around, as he sat composed simply turned his head following his moves.
Margaret felt compelled to offer something and so he designed and the pastries on a sheet of paper and handed it to her. The man smiled and nodded his head and Margaret was relieved, having a good reason to escape the attentions of man.
When he came in the room with a tray of pastries, a teapot, a sugar bowl and two cups of tea, the man stood up and helped put everything on the dining table. They sat quietly and enjoy their tea. Margaret was always more wonder of that situation and did not know how to react, because for the first time in the position of those who had to interact with someone who had no intention of speaking. Margaret did not know what to do. His were taken from a thousand business and refused to assist with the host. She was embarrassed and she sat drawing on the one hand, while his guest looked.
Suddenly the stranger got up and left. Margaret accompanied him to the door and forgot about it. The next day the guest and the day after he returned again and again for several days. Margaret had now made a habit, and almost expected worried if they arrive late. Placed in the room when he arrived, he went to prepare tea and then they both sat at the large dining table. Margaret drawing until at some point he got up and left.
happened one day almost by chance that the guest did not arrive. Margaret was sitting all alone in her living room waiting for him. The teapot now no longer the hot-smoked and pastels on paper lying untouched. After about an hour she sat, her mother entered the room and asked what he was doing. Margaret shrugged then took a pen and paper and drew something. After much effort, Margaret made her understand that waiting for a guest.
- As a guest, Margaret? - Mom just did not understand. Then she took a sheet and wrote "The guest who came for many afternoons here, do not remember, Mom?"
- But Margaret, what do you say? - He said his mom - in recent afternoon, no one has ever come ... You've been here alone to draw ...
Margaret could not believe it. It was real so his guest. He drank tea, took her hand to follow her, smiled, looked at her. He could smell his breath if he is really closer to the nose. How was it possible that he had only seen her?
For many afternoons Margaret remained in the living room waiting for his friend, but there was no trace of him. His mom was watching a bit 'worried about outside and she pretended not to notice, because a bit' ashamed. Finally she got tired of waiting and began to prepare not more crayons and paper, then no more prepared for the tea and eventually forgot about it.
Margaret became great. He had no speech and his parents had given up the evidence that no doctor would ever have been treated. Neither speak nor tried to communicate with others, if not absolutely necessary to survive. Always wrote. He wrote everywhere. On each piece of paper she wrote wrote wrote what happened and then forgot all around the pieces of paper, hoping that someone will read them.
Returning from school one day, he met a street child on a bicycle. They smiled at her and she caught a start spontaneously smiled. The day after she met him again and again and again the next day for several days. Margaret had made a habit now, as if expecting to meet him and was worried if not always crossed the usual place.
not met him one day and stopped on a bench waiting for him. He made the afternoon, the lights came down and the day became night. Margaret went home worried and the next day he woke up tense and anxious that this school to go over soon to see if his little friend was there waiting for her. None. Nor was there the next day, nor the next day again and again every other day.
Margaret was desperate. For the second time in his life, his little friend had disappeared into thin air and she felt more alone.
years passed and Margaret became a woman. He found a job and was also very good. The work she liked, had his home and held with care and in the evening he wrote fairy tales. Every day he took the streetcar to go to work and liked to pry into people's faces. He stared at the clothes, looked at their shoes. If they were to open their bags and ladies we slipped into her eyes to see what was being taken. And any wealth that the world gave her she continued to write words about words.
It was almost by chance that a boy his age one day he smiled. She felt a bit 'confused. It was a good girl and would not be worth smile and give him confidence. So the first day he turned his eyes elsewhere, the second guard in the air and then fell back to third in his eyes, smiling. Every day they travel together exchanging smiles. Day after day for many days. Margaret had made a habit now, as if expecting to meet him and was concerned when the morning rose on the tram and found him sitting at the usual place.
One morning he was not there. Margaret felt ill at the thought of losing yet another friend. Not yet met him more. For that reason, she is even more closed in on itself, believing that after all he had done well not to give his words to anyone, and keep turning in his head.
Margaret grew old. By the time his hands were unable to draw neither more nor write. She spent her time so sad on a bench in the sun in the park, look around and to envy what others had, wondering why the had been given a life so lonely.
Third Party
One day, quite by accident, he saw a man, a child and a boy sitting on a bench in front of him and gave a start. They were all three there, suddenly appeared, the man of the, the boy with the bicycle and the boy in the tram. Looked at all three, with an expressionless gaze. They looked fake, like wax, without a soul, but she knew they were alive. Or at least a remote period of its past it had been.
Intrigued, he approached them slowly, looking around to see if the people around him he saw them or if they were the fruit of his imagination. No one seemed to care about what he did and so he sat in a small space on the bench, he fished a small package from his bag and we drew up a heart. I went to the boy, they moved as if by magic, and passed to the baby and they still was like waking up on purpose to pass the note to the ladies. The back design, but nothing happened.
The next day found the three he considered his friends, sitting on the same bench in front of which she used to sit. He sat down next to them and drew on a piece of paper hand. He passed the drawing to the boy, who passed it to the child and these ladies to tea. The back design, but nothing happened. On the third day drew a mouth, but everyone looked nothing happened.
drew a tear on the fourth day, the fifth ring, the sixth wing, the seventh a cage, a feather on the eighth, the ninth book full of words. Everyone looked at them, one after the other, and nothing happened.
the tenth day Margherita not draw anything. It was useless. Nobody knew.
passed as void the ticket to the boy, who looked perplexed. The child fell from the bike and began to cry man threw down a cup of tea suddenly appear from nowhere. Then ran together towards the same direction and Margaret decided that this time he would not be lost. The situation was quite surreal, but basically nothing in life had taken more time spent with the company of those three strange figures, and so ran back to their feet. Reached the limit of a small house and white, with red tile roof, very similar to that which Margaret was used to draw when she was little.
The front door was open and so pulled back a bit ', looking around.
Inside the house there was a small hall with three doors. One left, one in the middle and one on the right. He opened the door to the left and found himself in the dining room when she was little. On the table was a steaming tea and freshly baked pastries. The escaped a cry of joy and he wondered. He no longer heard even a whisper from his vocal cords from when she was little, so I was amazed tone of his voice. Did not recognize her as she was scared and almost together and admired. The man walked into the room and said
- Welcome Margaret!
Margaret smiled and said
- Why did you run?
- I escaped from your silence, because it was so much loneliness.
stayed together for long. Margaret smiled and spoke tirelessly. It seemed as if it would recover all the lost time. At one point the man had to stop and push back the atrium of the house, where there were three doors.
Margaret opened the door to the garden center and found himself crossing back from school. He was not surprised to see his little friend run around by bicycle and this time did not hesitate to stop him and ask him his name. They talked for a long time, Margaret told him all the stories that came to mind, until he asked
- Why did you run?
- I escaped from your silence, because it was so much sadness
A voice called the boy's mother Margaret and let him go.
Back in front of three doors, Margaret turned into the right door. He found himself in the tram that took her to work in front of the boy who lit up in a smile when he saw her. She took his hand, came down from the tram and went to take refuge in a bar where they sat down and told long stories of ordinary life. Suddenly he asked:
- Why did you run?
- I escaped from your silence, because it was so much selfishness
Margaret felt a strong urge to go back, closed his eyes and found himself as if by magic in the lobby of the small white house.
It was an extraordinary story that had just experienced, but no one would believe her if she told. So he decided he would do well to be silent again. Was now taken for elderly el'avrebbero mad and locked in a hospice for old where she would die of starvation, sadness and loneliness. Worse than the fate he had not already reserved.
was leaving the house when the house itself began to tremble and rose from the ground. Margaret I was scared to death and did not even have a grip which held. The walls are waving, banging his fragile body from side to side. Suddenly the door flew open and she found herself slipping into a whirling vortex, until it slammed to the ground and closed his eyes.
He had never felt anyone capable of understanding what his heart had to say and so it was hard enough to expel all those who had tried to love it. His heart had no hard words, neither themselves nor for others. And he learned too late.
So on his grave was not written one word.
Every time I pass the cemetery I see it: a small white tomb with a plaque in his silence tells more than many words put together.
- But this is not a fairy tale!
- And why?
- Why fairy tales always have happy endings and this did not have ... seems to be the reality ...
- Perhaps it is?
- I do not like! Ugh I do not like ... I wanted a fairy tale ... invents another order ...
- Okay .. but just because your name is Margaret ....
... Suddenly the door flew open and she found herself slipping into a whirling vortex, until it slammed to the ground and closed his eyes.
When he awoke, Margaret was in her bed.
session was small, the face of his mother was bent over to give her a good morning.
But then, he had only dreamed of?
Margherita if asked twice that they were just dreams or that it was reality, she learned that others were important and could not exclude from his life just to avoid suffering. It seemed that life had decided to offer her another chance and Margaret thought it would be stupid to waste it, at least with the people to whom he loved her he would try to talk!
Thus arose on the bed, kissed his mother and smiled
- Hello !!!!!!
