Retrieval of Hope

I wrote this almost 2 years ago, but I still love it. I really forgot about this little thing, 2 years feel like 100 years. 

   Emily started running through the field of flowers. Her short white dress with blue spots touched the heads of the blue flowers, surrounded with flowers of red and pink and a little bit of yellow flowers. The sunshine made her blond hair glow as gold and the spring breeze touched her white skin gently. The green huge mountains razed from a distance, and the birds were flying peacefully above the field. Emily sat under a blossoming tree, with her hair scattering around her beautiful face, and her blue eyes focusing on the clouds. She started thinking about her father. Would he come back?

   She misses hugging his strong body and touching his tanned face and seeing that eagle look from his blue eyes. She wants him to carry her on his wide shoulders the same way he used to when she was a child. Why should war separate us from our beloved? She can imagine her dad in the battle field where dead bodies of his mates are fallen on the ground as the tree leaves of the fall spread everywhere, and fire coming up from homes and vehicles as the fire camp in a cold dark winter. Bombs are falling as rain drops that fall everywhere anywhere in no notice. Her dad is running holding his weapon and screaming for no one, screaming for everything to end. To make his bleeding legs heal, his torn uniform fine, the way it always was; for his lost identity to be found again for him to live his life normally alongside his family. He hopes the sun of the spring rises behind the gloomy clouds of the winter. He wishes that hope comes to his frightened soul after this evil experience. His liver suddenly hurts, the bullet penetrated his body, making him unable to breathe or stand on his feet, he fell on his knees and a glance of big rounded wide blue eyes that he loves the most passed in front of his.

   The blue rounded eyes turned black. Something happened to her dad she thought. Her heart started beating rapidly. She stood up and ran back to her house, breaking gravel under her feet.

   When she reached the front yard, she saw her mother standing by the door holding a small yellow piece of paper. She was shocked!  Emily came close and took a look at the paper.

   “We are sorry to confirm you that the soldier Benjamin F. Sayer died while…”. The world became black and everything became so silent, she closed her eyes and surrendered to the unknown.

   2 months and 3 days later, the warm sunshine sneaked from behind the curtains and wiped Emily’s sleepy eyes, and the birds’ hymns tackle her ears. She woke up smiling, today she feels optimistic. Something good might happen. Whispers reached her ears, so she moved away her purple-pinkish napkin and jumped toward the square window, moved the white curtains and saw an old red truck of which the sides of its door became silver because of time. Two soldiers wearing uniforms stepped off the truck. One of the men looks familiar, he is tall and has wide shoulders, and a white cloth holds his right arm to his neck. Running as fast as possible down the stairs, Emily opened the door and stepped outside. Her eyes met blue eyes with an eagle look. “Dad?”,  Emily’s voice came from a distance, it felt so far. She ran into his arms hugging his strong body as she always wanted to do the past 4 years.

  Finally he came back safe, after being in the hospital for 2 months. Oh how much she missed him, she thought, while touching the heads of the flowers.  How much she missed these flowers which give life to her soul. Walking through the flowers, and trying to smell the fragrance of the flowers, she watched the nature, trying to save the image of this masterpiece.