บท 4: 1. A bee that can't fly and a child who can't lie . Yuree Yuree
Yuree
I didn't know what to do . The poor creature was probably in pain but there was nothing I could do . It was all my fault too .
I had been looking for a nice place to sit in my meadow and accidentally I had sat on a flower . The bee had been inside the flower .
I looked down at the little creature in my palms with pity . It was flying around in circles like a spinning top . It hurt watching it struggle so much .
I looked around me , hoping for something to help the animal .
I would have taken it to the vet but I doubted he knew how to help . Or if he would even be there at this time .
The sun was setting in the distance and that was signal to go home . But I couldn't leave this poor creature alone .
I immediately thought of an idea .
I grabbed my backpack from the ground and ran to the top of the hill .
On the hill was a tree , I had no idea what type of tree it was . The tree had a tyre swing attached to it's branches , inside the tyre was soft hay to offer comfort .
That's where I took the bee . I slowly adjusted the hay to make a soft pallet and placed the bee on the surface .
It didn't fly away but rested easy , hopefully it wouldn't fly out of the tyre .
I opened my backpack and lifted out the remainder of my lunch . It was a jam sandwich , I probably wasn't going to eat it .
So I scooped out some jam and placed it next to the bee , who happily climbed on to it and began suckling the sweet jam .
I smiled at the little thing , hopefully it would feel better tommorow . If not then I would take care of it until it did .
" I promise " I whispered to bee before leaving .
I rode my bike in the dusk light streets of town . The streets were not teaming with people but there were a few nightwalkers out and about . I looked up at the sky , it was a orange hue of pink and purple and I saw a few stars . I would love to have looked at the stars but I was late to get home so I rode faster . To be truthful I was not really riding but more like racing . Ironically I knew I was going to get punished but I still rode quickly . It wasn't that I was not scared of getting punished but I didn't want to make my mother worry . If she was sober when I got home , that is .
Before getting home I made a quick stop at the butcher shop . I walked into the small shop . It was white polished inside , the floor tiles clear as a pearl . One man sat on the counter reading a magazine .
" Hey Bobby " I said pleasantly
Bobby lifted his head from the magazine for an instant and gave a grunt then put his head down . Bobby wasn't much of a talker but that was okay with me , I was used to people not talking to me or rather , more accurately , silent people . But I had no time to think about that , I bought some silver sardines , which were my mother's favorite .
It wouldn't lessen my punishment at all but it would ease her worries . I got on my bike and carried on riding . In about 10 minutes I was standing on the porch of my house .
My house was a medium sized structure , the outer walls were painted a light sky blue and the roof was a darker more ocean blue . I was nervous , but not scared . Atleast not too much .
I mustered some optimism and opened the door .
" Can't believe it ! How could he not see that coming !?" a loud voice yelled from the sofa .
I walked into the living room where the commotion was coming from.
The living room was the largest room in the house if you didn't count the attic or basement . It's walls were painted a dull yellow , the paint faded and somewhat peeling . It was the first room you walked into after opening the front door and was unavoidable unless you came through the window or climbed into the backyard . On the far wall was the television set , a medium sized box that never got turned off , Ever . Even when me , Mom or Gus weren't watching it , it still stayed on . No surprise that the electric bill was so high .
In the middle of the living room set closer to the back wall but not too close to prevent access to the kitchen or upstairs was the sofa . It was two seater that could sit four people . It was not comfortable at all and I never sat on it . I preferred the floor over it's lumpy surface .
And it was from the sofa that the noise was coming from , atleast the yelling but the rest of the noise was from the TV which was turned up to near full volume . My ears screamed in distress . It really hurt !
" Gus , can you turn the volume down ? It's a bit too much with you and the TV both yelling ." A sulky voice said from the kitchen .
" Amanda , how can you tell if the TV is loud ? " the rough voice on the sofa returned .
No answer was given and the man on the sofa sighed . He then lowered the harsh volume down .
" Thank you ! " the voice in the kitchen said then it's owner materialized .
It was a lanky woman of about 35 or 40 years old , she wore a pinkish cream tank top and a long grey skirt that reached above her ankles . Little to say she didn't have that great a fashion sense . She stood smiling but the smile didn't fully reach her eyes .
She was my Mom .
" Oh yeah , whatever ." the man on the sofa (whose name was Gus) said looking at her so she could see him talk .
I stood by door looking at my Mom , trying to gauge her emotions but it was a task for the foolish . My Mom rarely gave anything away and when she did it was often anger or excitement . Presides that , she had a open smile that she wore like a mask . Which is what she was wearing right now .
" Where is Yuree ? " she asked Gus suddenly . Gus coughed and turned back to the TV not answering her question .
But he didn't need to answer , because her head suddenly turned my way . I didn't need to guess she found out I was there . She could have smelt my sweat or Gus could have flickered his eyes my direction by mistake or he did it intentionally . Probably intentionally .
" Where have you been ?" Mom said , she didn't yell . It was not that she had a weak voice, it was because she had learnt to talk softly using most sentences or phrases . She hadn't learnt to yell some sentences and when she tried , it would often sound wrong with broken syllables and slurred words that confuse people . So she spoke softly using the words she had learnt but would never hear because she was deaf .
I raised my arms and started using hand signs whilst talking to her .
" I was in the meadow , I had an accident and that's why I got a bit late ." I explained
One brow raised slightly and she looked me up and down before speaking .
" You don't seem hurt or dirty . What type of accident did you have ? "
" Well ...I didn't get hurt but ...I accidentally hurt an animal ." I said looking sad ,
" Did you run over a dog ? " she said her voice slightly raised but not noticeably . She loved animals , as much as me . And was especially sensitive when it came to them .
" No , it was ...a bee " I said
" A bee !? Are you joking ? " Gus said from the sofa , he turned around his face incredulous ." You mean this whole drama I've been going through for the past half hour is because this brat hurt a teeny tiny bee ?" he sounded angry . I wondered what drama he was talking about but Mom drew my attention back .
" Is it okay ?" she asked and i nodded my head .
" Yes, but it couldn't fly so I left it in a small shelter and gave it some jam . " I said and my Mom smiled .
" Oh great , we're all relieved ." the sarcasm in Gus voice was as evident as ink in the snow but I ignored it and my Mom couldn't hear it .
" Good job but " she said and I felt apprehension build in my chest " your still late for dinner and that means ..."
I knew what it meant but before she could say it , I quickly pulled out the sardines I'd gotten .
She smiled brightly upon seeing them , Gus just looked at the TV again . He was again rising up the volume slowly .
" Fish , my favorite " her face beamed with excitement , " but your still getting punished " she said grabbing the bag of fish from my hand .
" A light punishment ?" I asked hopefully and she smiled again . Then she shook her head , " No ."
There went my hope .
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