A debt to the grandmother (part 1)

      Once suppon a time, there was a boy, he's name was Max. He lived in an isolated village south of England, where he spent every day, he never left the village. He lived alone with his grandmother, his father had left them and died, his mother worked all day long in order to provide for him and her mother-in-law (paradoxically enough, they had a very good relationship). she lived in the other sida of the village.
      The boy, in the awkward age of 16, spent his days by going to school whenever he liked, cutting and selling wood, to the local market and finally returned home in midnight.His teamates teased him,called him "max the axe" cause of this, something that would never end well, when Max was around to hear it. He didn't have many friends, only a few, who really cared about him, Haley and Remy. Haley was a bright student with kind heart when Remy was a reckless teenager and infatuated with all kinds of girls. These three made an incredible trio, who depended on each other with selflessness. Both of them tried restlessly to convince Max that giving up on his studies was a great mistake, that he had all wrong. However, every single time they tried to bring this subject in their conversations, they would end up arguing or he would simply avoid talking about it.
     The months passed and the time came, when the teachers gave the report cards to the parents, so that they saw theirs children's progress. In Max's family the lucky one to go and receive it was his grandmother, Alice, who got a great surprise, although it was nothing to be surprised about, she had noticed that her youngest grandson never set an eye on his homework. It was the moment when Alice Cubes, realised that she had to make that boy see what was in front of him.
     Alice Cubes was the one to raise her grandson, all by herself. She might had a good relationship with her daughter-in-law but she never forgave her the fact, that she left her son to her, of course she had the very same feeling towards her son, dead son who decided to leave them. His death didn't touch anyone and soon enough everybody forgot about his existance. The only one who stood by Max was her, his grandmother and Max knew it. He knew that he had a debt to the grandmother.

About a month ago i saw a One Piece where where a giant said a wonderful phrase, that really touched me.

                " There's is not such thing as being born into this world to be alone"

 Maybe it touched a nerve of mine, maybe it just happened to  like, but it really appealed to me.

Many teenagers get to be introvert and not talk much about themselves, isn't that right? An extreme feeling of loneliness surrounds them and makes them uneasy...But no matter what happens  i truly believe in that phrase. It might take time, lots of it, but you will find a place to belong to, at last!

Until then you just have to..hang in there!

what Christmas stand for...

The Christmas spirit is evident now, everyone can see it, in shops where Christmas trees appear as bright as ever, on the streets you can hear songs all the home home on TV with ridiculous advertisements about Christmas candles and Santa-Claus' appearance at the Mall.  But, what is Christmas all about?Selling stuff and buying more?Having an illusion that everything is fine because of the celebrations when everything is wrong?

In my opinion, it's about the spirit. People know that nothing can magically be fixed, but Christmas time make us feel less troubled and overwhelmed. So this is what Christmas stand for me, a comfort. A comfort before the New Year comes and throw our lives upside-down once again..(so to speak..)



Happy Christmas..

stranger's shadow

If my soul goes away,
and my eyes get shut forever
don't forget my way
the way of being a stranger

When the light turns down
and forget all about being a shadow
hoping i won't be on my own
will finally give up on my sorrow

Bring the sun in my life
 would be a loss of time
but if you make me try
the stranger won't stay in life

Listen to my yearn for help
and give a hand to lift my weight
open your mind, stay alert
and let my shadow go away


By Irene NJ Grarfield C. (original)


P.S Just felt like writting something like that

P.S2 NJ stands for NioNio Johny