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Dear storytellers,
I’m back.
You probably don’t remember me, but I spent a wonderful time sharing my stories with the Inkwell and other communities on Hive.
It’s been over a year since I posted my last story.
I was undergoing a health issue called Keratoconus, which is a condition where the round shape of the cornea becomes thin and develops a conical shape, causing a high distortion of the vision.
At that time, I was preparing for a cornea transplant but due to the pandemic, surgery was postponed for several months. After my work leave was over, I had to quit my job as I was not able to be in front of the computer for more than a couple hours.
I felt helpless and powerless. And then depression came along, for a while…
But thankfully, with the help of my family and friends I was able to move forward and look for other solutions.
You know how they say “let go and let God?", well I did.
I let go of the anxiety and expectations. I trusted God, and believed that I was going to get the best results. And it turned out that not having the surgery was the best thing that could happen. I found a specialist in the matter who believed that surgery would have been counterproductive, and offered me a pair of contact lenses equipped with a new technology.
Now I’m back to my daily life, to work, and to the things I like the most.
One of them, writing.
I will now share a micro story in honor of the Inkwell celebration of the month, the St. Patrick's Day.
I hope you bear with me as I’m a little rusty.
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Once upon a time there was a shamrock called Seamrog. One of her dreams was to participate in the Saint Patrick’s feast, adorning and decorating the clothes of the people. She always heard of the wonderful celebration of colors, music and joy, spread throughout the world.
Her father forbade her from going anywhere near the parades and festivals, “you are too young,” he said.
But Seamrog decided to escape from home the following morning.
Once at the parade, she started walking among the giant people who were laughing and cheering in the shows. She was fascinated by the beautiful decorations, every corner was green and shiny.
As she stared impressed at the shows, Seamrog suddenly felt as she was flying, and then realized she was grabbed by a hand that threw her to the bottom of a glass.
Laying there and facing upwards, she saw a bottle heading to her direction and
a stream of liquid was poured all over her. She was drowning, and desperately looked for air.
But the glass started moving. It was now on a table. Seamrog then saw the person who grabbed her walking away.
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Rapidly she looked out, and saw how some people would grab other shamrocks, throw them into the glasses and fill them with beer to make a toast.
Seamrog managed to escape as fast as she could, hoping the person who first grabbed her would not come back.
After realizing no one was chasing her, she took a moment to catch her breath, and thought about the words of her father. Disappointed, she decided to go back home.
But then a little girl approached her.
Scared, Seamrog was ready to run away but to her surprise, the girl took her very gently and put her on her green clothes.
Seamrog wasn't scared anymore as she also realized the other now wet shamrocks were also addorning peoples shoulders. "It was all part of a tradition," she thought.
She was happy to be able to decorate the girl's outfit and finally see her dream come true.