Ch- 2

Chapter 2-The Unbearable Truth

In the evening my mother was much tensed and spoke hurriedly.                       

“Now I can’t hide it from you anymore. The bitter truth has become unbearable.” She started.

I was astonished at her words. What was she saying? What was the truth? And about what? “I want” she continued “to tell you the terrible truth of your eyes.”

I thought that my mother was just joking and cut her off. I didn’t feel the matter so serious till it was night and I went to sleep. I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes and thought about the happenings of the day. I started feeling very uneasy when I thought about my eyes. That night, I couldn’t sleep. My head was full of curiosity about the ‘truth’.

I woke up and steadily went to my mother and asked about the truth. But she told me that she needed some time to explain it in the right way. “Even a single slip of word can lead to misunderstanding.” she said and sent me to school.

At school, I was not at all happy when students came and commented on my eyes. I just got irritated with everything related to ‘eyes’.

I went back in an angry mood. But as soon as I saw my mother, I calmed down and without saying a word I sat beside her. She also knew why I did that so she began the story.

“It was long back, when your father was just ten, he had a friend by the name, Jonathan. They were very good friends and shared every little thing together. That’s what brought death to your father. Jonathan too had red eyes like you and he was told by some spirit that he had to touch a ribbon kind of thing down beneath the earth.” She continued

“He told this to your father and this was the starting of his end. Your father also offered to help Jonathan and together they found the treasure. They were too excited to think what they were doing. In this excitement your father touched the ribbon and died. Then he was reborn as a man with red eyes and his twin brother already had red eyes. After touching the ribbon he got red eyes. He didn’t have them at first, I don’t know why.  Jonathan never knew why this happened. So, he did not dare to touch the ribbon. He came and just told me the things I have told you and something about Dr. Stingwell and said that he could help me in future.”

It took me a minute to understand the whole thing but the truth was still incomplete, it seemed. I asked mother to tell me more about my eyes, but she was as if a dumb creature. I saw carefully at her and spotted a tear running down her cheeks. I was too touched to speak anymore. So, I went to my room and calmed my thumping heart and thought about the matter. I ate my lunch and then went to play, came back and ate dinner and into my bed I went.

Late at night I went to my mother, woke her up and asked if she knew where Dr. Stingwell was. And she knew. Dr. Stingwell’s address, five years ago was 19/46 North Diven Park, Washington Street. I was filled with hope to find him.

 My school was going to Washington next week and I was definitely one of them.

On Friday, I packed up my things and was all set to go to Washington. Next day I went to school early morning and did not tell anything to any of my friends. I had worn blue lens above my eyes to be safe from suspicions in Washington.