The lake water was a little cold but felt refreshing on coming in contact with my hot skin. While relaxing, I thought about what I needed to do in the coming day.
I had to take care of all the household chores that Mrs. Brown had prepared for me, as her dutiful househelp. But before that, I needed to go to the bakery and prepare the 3-tier cake for Michael and Ronn’s wedding, that was slated for the morrow.
After completing this task, I still had to play the role of a guitarist at the nearby pub.
In short, I’m busy. As busy as I can be.
Oh, that reminds me.
My father liked to play the guitar. He would often show off his talent in front of others. After his death, my mother was left broken and dispirited. Taking care of me by herself and earning a living was more than she could handle.
Eventually, she succumbed to the frailty of her own body. It was an ordinary illness, at least that’s what the doctor said.
But I know she couldn’t truly live without my father.
He was her other half. Her life partner. Her soul.
Till this day I don’t know the reasons behind his death, and all I was left with was the fear and sadness my mother felt in the wake of his demise.
I was only nine when all of this happened. But as I grew, I understood her grief. Being separated from her partner, the person she had meant to spend her entire life with, wasn’t easy at all.
In their absence, I didn’t have any other relatives.
The village people were the only family I had left. They cared for me and provided for the bare necessities I needed to survive.
I had food, clothing and a warm shelter. But most important of all ‘a family’ is what I missed the most.
But… I wanted to be independent, so I decided to live alone in the home which my parents had made for us… for me, anyway.
And as I got older, I started to work and provide for my own food and other necessities. I could feel the tears welling up as I emerged from these recollections of the distant past.
I should really start my day. It was almost time for work.
As the sky’s ink blue slowly faded into a pale orange hue, nature herself, churned to life, as if she too, was eager to get away from the silent, lifeless, night.
The sound of water splashing was heard as I emerged from the lake. My pale white skin shone under the bright light of the peeking sun. A few crystal clear tears appeared around my eyes.
Thankfully, my vision was as sharp as that of a lioness. And though I felt rejuvenated enough, the bluish bags under my eyes said otherwise. And the tears that could be seen earlier had dried long ago.
It was to be seen but not touched.
Even though I had a tiring day ahead of me, I decided to meet with Fiona and her friends after work and maybe go for a long swim with them.
On that note, I’ve never felt comfortable telling people about my past- and mermaids were quite nosy anyway, always looking for new topics to engage in frivolous gossip.
Fiona on the other hand, was my one and only true friend, even as a mermaid. The only difference between her and the rest of the village community was that she knew all about my past and she also knew how to keep her mouth shut.
Finally, I went back to my cottage, got my work clothes ready and left for the village near the entrance of the forest.