Lies, lies and truth

 

   I found her watching a flock of birds flying south, resting on the teak chair I had built for her . I am not sure whether it was the orange rays from the evening sun shining on her cheek, or the tress of hair caressing her left eyebrows that made her beautiful.

  Suddenly I realised my folly. When was she not pretty? Isnt she the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen, ever since we met at the church gathering, and she ended up slipping on the stairs to fall right into my stretched arms, and she claimed that it was an accident. I never bothered proving it otherwise. Even though I knew what was the truth, my life had changed for ever, and thats what mattered to me the most.

 I guess my boots had made some noise, she glanced at me from the corner of her eye. She slowly lifted herself off the chair, and took those graceful steps to come near. I was standing near the fence, and perhaps she found it a little long way to walk. 

" Hello sir,  are you looking for me ? ", she enquired from the distance.

"mm.. aaah. No, I just wanted to know the way to the Church ", am used to coming up with quick lies.

" oh, this way, make sure you take a turn at the brook " , she guided me, smiling innocently like a light puffy cloud.

The brook had dried up years ago, and the church was no more there. A rail road had been built over it.

I saw her walking back to her chair. My heart felt a little heavier seeing that. Yester years flashed infront of my eyes. Colourful memories in an old body. 

" Dad, why do you fake your identity ? " 

My lil girl. She could never understand me.

" Honey, I dont want to see your mom cry, knowing that she cannot remember me, you or even her name. I dont mind faking a smile, hiding my pain within, or even being asked to go out of my own home."

The only thing that matters to me is to see her happy. 

"Dad.... she's got Alzheimers.. she cannot remember anything"

But, she is still mine, the same person whom I had been in love for years, and will be until  time would part us.

"Honey, can you get me my walking sticks ?  It's your mom's b'day tommorrow. I'll go get her favourite daffodils "

" Daad.... " 

I smiled.