She left me chaotic. I was hurt. My past life was not pleasant. It was the landlord who helped my mother raise me after she killed my father. He liked fortune-telling and lured my mother by promising that she would be the heir to her property. He handled poisonous snakes. He looked the snakes in the eye and demonstrated his powers to control them. There were many snakes everywhere.
As I grew older, I saw snakes guarding the 90-year-old mansion. There was a large yard with mature trees. Flower bushes were once a rose garden. However, it was not maintained, but the house gave a glimpse of its glorious past. Deep blue shutters and awnings decorated the doors and windows that were left open as no one entered the premises for fear of snakes. Snakes never hurt me. I grew up with them.
A cute girl with her parents lived next door but had never visited my house. I was seeing her for more than 6 months and little by little she began to love me. I felt an electrical connection to her. One day she visited my house and under the flickering light of the crescent moon we were making love. The light summer breeze added to our ecstasy, the stars were showing our love when he suddenly caught a glimpse of something shaking near the sandalwood tree.
He strained his eyes and screamed in fear. At first she didn’t know what she was looking at, but I soon realized that the snakes in the sandalwood tree scared her. I started to laugh but she was too terrified. In the morning she wanted to take a walk in the fresh air. I accompanied her. Suddenly we hear a typical sound. Turning around I saw a mockingbird holding a plastic in its beak and shaking its neck to warn us of something. Suddenly, a peculiar sound filled the air.
The birds began to come closer. I could hear a strange sound from the tree slowly descending. It was a snake with a bird in its mouth coming down from the mango tree. The snake took a few minutes to kill the bird and swallowed it. The red-whiskered nightingale lost its chick.
My sweetheart was a bird lover and he was very upset. He was crying and I knew it was over. I emailed her, she didn’t reply. If she could only heed the nightingale’s warning, she might have ended well. The lesson learned was that we must protect birds and wildlife.
My restless and chaotic view looks for her as if to go to her. I lost all peace so I decided to go to the Costa Blanca. I left my mom with her splendid inheritance from the 19th century. Although my mother is no more, I have no intention of returning to the mansion that sits deserted and lost among newly built houses on the land that was once a rose garden.