Psychs 1st
Page 7
kids?” the woman said, she was smiling at the sight of two youngsters at her door, she looked at me for an extended amount of time due to the bruise that I had on my face, she had her glasses hanged around her neck like Yural’s Nana.
“Misses Northwood?” I said.
“Yes?” she replied. The ghosts who still didn’t recognize her knew who she is now; they read my lips after they stood next to me to understand what is being said. She was the wife of the late Captain Alex Northwood, the man who was responsible for the team, and the man who had also lost his life for me, but he was not here in spirit with the others. I owe him my life too, I had to do it, I had to show my appreciation to him, to his wife.
“I have a letter from your late husband, Captain Alex Northwood… I am really sorry it came so late” I explained why, as I had explained to the others.
She wore the glasses and read the letter. When she was done she took off the glasses and looked at us.
“Thank you, both of you, this means a lot” we said our goodbyes and then we walked back to the car.
“Excuse me? What are your names?” she called.
“I’m Yural and he is Hassan”
“Can I ask you something?”
We went back to her doorstep so we would hear her question.
“I understand that my husband had died trying to save someone, a woman and a boy. I know that she had died and the boy lived… do you know what happened to him?” She gave her question. I looked at her, and then I smiled.
“He is doing very well… he was adopted by his aunt, he lives in Emirates, he is now studying psychology in Liverpool… and he came all this way right now to tell you how much he appreciate what your husband, and his teammates had done for him” I saw the look of shock on them both. “I am really sorry for your loss ma’am, I can’t tell you how I wish things were otherwise, but I will always be grateful for him, and the others” I saw a tear running on her cheek, it was as if she was looking at a miracle.
“Thank you, Hassan” she said. We said our goodbyes again and then we went back to the car.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you” I told Yural.
“I understand, after what I had said about you… it’s ok”
We went back to Chicago so she would go to her mother and so I would go to my plane, since I changed my ticket because of the previous circumstances, which ended very well. I was really happy for them, it was a happy ending, my first, could be my only, I thought at the time. It was one of those happy endings you wish for in movies. They all came for me, Rico, Glenn and Yural, so they would say goodbye. I was ready to go, but Yural came to me.
“I’m sorry for what I said”
“It’s fine” I told her.
“My father did give his life for someone who deserved it, if he hadn’t, you wouldn’t have saved my mother and us” she said. I smiled and lowered my head.
“I wish my father was here though” she said.
“Oh… I don’t know… I like to think that he is here right now… in spirit” I smiled, wishing she knew what I already know.
“Well if he was here, I don’t think he would approve of this” she leaned and kissed me, wrapping her hands around me. Time stood still while her lips kept moving with mine.
I looked at her, smiled at her, knowing that I won’t be seeing her most probably. She pulled away and went back to her mother and Rico, who saluted me before he had turned away with them.
My smile started to grow more, and then my eyes went to Chow who was looking at me, expressionlessly.
“Wipe that smile off your face” his lips moved and I read them. The ghosts laughed at the scene, I started to walk away and they started to cheer for me, except for Chow. Their hands went pass me, my mom was walking backward in front of me, winking at me, giving me a thumb up. All that made my face smile even more, making me look more like a clown.
“Kiss much?!” a man said to me as he was passing by.
I woke up in my dorm. I saw that there was more sunlight in my room than it should be, and I saw all the ghosts urging me to wake up. I looked at the alarm clock and realized that I was late for my lecture. I think I had stopped the alarm subconsciously; I was jetlagged, and now I was late. I woke up and changed, moving as fast as I could, reaching fifteen minutes late for my lecture. I opened the door, being late always attracts attention. They all looked at me, and they were all now looking in shock. Professor Luke was also surprised when he saw me; I was late and I had a bruise on my face.
“Are you alright, Hassan?” professor Luke asked.
“Yes, professor, this was during my holiday” I said. There was some laughter in the class and I joined them.
“I know. Too much fun” I said. “Sorry professor for being late”
“Do you think it’s best for you to attend my lecture?” only one answer came to my mind.
“More than ever” I said and he smiled, as if he realized something had changed in me during my holiday. I went to my seat and my college life continued, knowing that now I fit here, and my choices are on the right path.
THE END