Sitting by the window side thinking of the way out of how to partake in the upcoming competition. Rose looked around the house without having anyone around to give her words of encouragement. She picked up her phone and looked at numbers to call. She scrolled through over and over again without knowing what to do.
“No encouragement from anyone. How come I put in for this competition that would not ever come to my path?” She was just soliloquizing on her own. The competition is all about cooking.
“At least I have been the one cooking, but then this cooking realm is beyond my capacity. I don't think I can make it through this competition”, Rose looked around her house and had this unending thoughts. It was just as if she's missing somebody in her life.
Rose was calm as she began to think. Her thinking went beyond ordinary. As she was still in the mood of thinking, his phone rang. “Please, can you check mother's box that's under the bed?”
“Yes, what for and what do I have to take out for you?” Rose replied. But something sent a profound message into her spine. She remembered her mum's words and how she called her anytime she had something critical like this.
She went straight to her mum's box that was kept under the bed.
“I place a notebook on the box. Check it and tell me the password at the back of the note”, her elder brother called back.
Bend her back as she drew the box out. “Rose! Open the box and check out the green cloth. Under it, you will see the note I dropped for you”, a voice flashed through her. She pulsed a bit as she drew her head back, leaving the box untouched.
“Could it just be an imagination?” The voice was just like the voice of her late mum. “Or would it be that my mum is trying to pass a message to me?” Asking herself those questions without figuring the solution was not just enough. She just wanted to get the true picture of what was happening.
She went back again to draw out the box. As she bowled, wanting to pick up the book from the box, the same voice was heard once again: “check the green cloth in the box. You will see a note written for you”, this time the voice was so clear to detect what was happening. The room was just too big for her to stay in alone after hearing the voice. Her head became larger than her head. A calm breeze blew in as the curtains began to flip open, swinging from one end to the other.
She summoned courage to open the box. She saw the green cloth. She opened it slowly and saw a written note: “you just need to be strong and face the task ahead of you. I'm sure you are going to come out in a success and the best in that thing you want to embark on. Just be focused and never let me down”, aside her chick, tears began to drop. These are words her mum always say to her anytime she has an outing like this.
As she read through the book, another voice came saying, “under the wrapper between the box floor and the wrapper, you will see another notebook. I wrote out the methods to prepare different meals of your choice”, it was so real. At some point, she thought it was just imagination. She drew the box out and picked the clothes and wrappers one after the other until she saw a wrapper and raised it up. The notebook she wrote out the different food recipes was lying low inside the box. She picked it up and opened it. Her mouth was widely opened. She turned to the air and said: "mum, you will forever remain in my heart.
She turned and sat by the window. It was dark as she began to feel the fresh air through the window. She gazed at the sky and saw a moving star known as the shooting star. She immediately remembered all what her mum had been saying to her. How she has been scolding her to read her books, to do house chores and others.
“Just don't mingle yourself with bad influence, and don't forget to read your books”. She had a flashback. At last, she received some element of laughter on her face.
“Thank you for the memories”, Rose loud out her voice to her late mum as tears rolled down her chick.