Chapter 11

Johnathan walked out of his office and strolled to the clinic. He was about to pay a visit to Eliot, unaware of Rosalie being there. He picked up some fruits for him and entered the hall in the clinic. There were not many visitors there, but Eliot's door was shut at that time. He knocked at the door before entering. Rosalie was the first person he identified in the room and then said greeted them both. She stood up bid her goodbye and left for home. Johnathan noticed her red eyes and he wanted to know why she cried. Her swollen eyes and red nose told him that was so. Eliot read it in his eyes too and said, 'She missed her mother! You know how sentimental girls are! They remain tender at heart that is what makes them, so special!' How clear Eliot could tell what he felt was alarming to him. He asked, 'Am I always that obvious?' Eliot replied in disagreement 'Not always!' Johnathan wanted to stay and said, 'Can I be excused for today, dear friend?' 'Oh, you are leaving right away!' Can't you stay you a little?' remarked Eliot. 'I think I must check on her!' he articulated. 'I suggest you let her process what she is occupied with, and she will be alright! But if you want to leave, then that's alright!' replied Eliot. Johnathan moved to the window where Rosalie could be seen strolling gradually to the town square. He told Eliot, 'May be another day!'

Rosalie was dropped by Uncle George who returned back to his restaurant. She inspected her and said, 'What took you so long? You brought the lavender seeds?' Nora took the pack of seeds and handed her a shovel to dig tiny holes to plant flowers in the large flower beds placed in the garden and parts of the plantation there. Rosalie felt good and after the days hard work. When Nora mentioned that she needs to return home this week as she feels home sick. Nora was requested by her to stay a little longer. She told her 'I desire to, but I have to request my father he feels off without me!' Rosalie sighed, 'Okay alright, just take two week and then return if you feel like returning!' Nora felt that and said 'Hey, dear I want to stay here forever but you must know a good tiny change is always better! And you have the Miss with you always to assist you if you need something!' Rosalie gazed at the bright glass roof of the garden that now began to like the illuminated belly of a firefly. 'I'll say!' Nora out her arm around her arm and took her inside. They had the dinner together in the dinning. They went to the foyer, had some tea there and spend some time conversing about the workshop that will take the coming week. As the night settled Rosalie suggested that she felts weary and will sleep in her mother's room which she never did. The maid stared at her with worry and inquired 'Miss. Is everything alright? Are you missing Mrs. Crimson?' 'I think I do miss her. She just left me burdened with things more than can be dealt with!' 'Don't worry Miss. I am here to assist you in any manner I can as I was a young child where your granny took me in! So, if you want to talk about anything in particular, I will be at your service!' Rosalie thanked her and left. And Nora was quite surprised to acknowledge the fact that she was the age of Miss Anne-Marie. She talked to her a little while Rosalie went to her mother's bed. She slept there being a relieved about how the maid was ready to assist her and whispered, 'Nora was right!'

She remained alone at home with the maid for a fortnight. During which she used to take care of the garden and the flowers in the artificial plant beds that she and Nora planted the seeds in. Plants sprouted from the seeds, and they seemed refreshing in there. She used to visit the garden at night when she used to wake up at night out of nowhere. It almost became a routine to her to visit the garden in the middle of the night and take the diary with her to read.

It started when Nora was here, but it continued now. There in the garden, she sat in the bench, and she gazed at the sight she was most fond of, the stary sky. She stared at the dim greyish blue darkness at times and used to ask herself 'Whether it understood her or not!' She remembered that her grandma used to tell her something 'You will find, what you seek! Although it will take time, be patient!' Another of her wise words that she read as she turned the leaf in her diary 'You will see, what you desire to see! Reality to every human is a matter of subjective experience. You can never be unbiased or what educated people say these days' 'objective' in matters in life! It is the essence of one's own subjective experience that makes life bearable or tolerable! If we will not take the false, view of life we will not be able to reach the right one as both stances lead to the point in life where we are meant to be!'

These wise words as she traced comforted her more now. She felt tranquil in the darkness that often felt like it would overcome her. Her granny's words were her strength, and her granny knew that why she left them there, for her. Rosalie could not put herself to start it but now that she had overcome the saddening sensation. She was prepared, and she knew it would be something life changing. 'Rosalie, darling you must know I am not a pure Angle that you are because your mother was the second generation of me and Angle, I married, your grandpa! You must remember that sweet soul who left us in sadness few years earlier!' Rosalie nodded as if the diary was her granny talking to her.

'I am a Gipsy, people in these lands have so many names for us! They think we are mysterious, and we have some powers. I think we have those as we are believing in the spirits and the elements of nature. My granny taught me that we use them especially stones to our benefit. The yield energy that can vary and influence how human beings behave. I do not know why I am writing it, but it is something I want to keep for someone who would be interested in knowing about me. May be my grandchildren, I am a little certain to that fact as I am a teen right now. My granny is my real mother as she brought me up when my mother unfortunately died of a miserable sickness that is love. I love it can be evil and can be the purest and innocent of the elements in life of man and women. But right now, it is an evil that took my mother away. We are drifter and wanderers but physical ones when we are alive. But when it comes to my mother, her mind drifted as my father betrayed her. He was not a like us a Romanian. He was an Angle, a Gipsy from this land. We didn't used to believe in facts that land influences the spirit, but it does, and my father set that example for us. That is why my first rule was that I would never believe men or women in life, more than my own being. It helped me to find love, the evil see that bloomed to be an innocent flower.

I was sent to school by my granny or mother, I should say. I called her 'Ma' or at times 'Na'. She enforced me to attend them and become literate, so that I could settle in England. She was intelligent and she bind me in a deal where she would teach me about the spiritual aspects only when she would become literate. Then I made sure I followed that, and I was free to make my life choice to stay there or to leave as a Gipsy. I graduated and I learned the Gipsy stuff to that were my very first passion. She taught me to identify energies of the people in room which could only happen when I was surrounded by friends and different people at school. I was aware, more aware than anybody can be at their age. I could read people, even if they feigned, I could see through them.