The Weeping Girl : Part 2

The next day the young man seized the young woman's hand. "I know what you want. You want your beloved parents back again and I have a plan. We will marry. And you will see ...."

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The next day the young man knocked again at the door of the parents of the young woman. The mother opened again and wanted to slam the door immediately, as she recognized the young man from the previous day.

Then the young man said quickly."Do not worry dear mother, I will marry your daughter, but the custom demands that I give you a replacement, so I bring you a maid, who will serve you, but the maid is veiled and you are not allowed to ever lift the veil, An accident has destroyed the face of the woman so that her sight is so frightening that no one should see her. Moreover, she is silent. Please take the woman with you to make my conscience clear and I can marry your daughter. "

The mother nodded and pulled the young woman into the house. "You can sleep in the room of our daughter."

Thus, the maid served her and she cared devotedly for the parents. She brushed the hair of the mother, she ironed the shirts of the father and so on. Only she always wore the veil, and sometimes there was heard a soft sobbing under the veil.

Finally, the mother talked with her husband about the maid. "Since she is here, I feel as if we were a family again. Let us adopt the poor thing and to make her our daughter."

He nodded, "as always, you find the words for the voice of my heart."

They called the maid and explained her desire, but the maid just shook her head, started a violently sobbing and ran away. The parents ran after her. "We want it, we wish it. We need a daughter."

Then the maid took the veil from the face and the parents recognized their daughter and all embraced each other.

They forgave each other. "Child forgive 'us that we met all your wishes."

"Dear parents forgive that I did not know how you I could give something back to you."

"And child", the mother remembered the young man, "Are you married? "

"No, but I love him very much because he showed me how to get my wishes fulfilled on my own, without that he expected anything in return. Now I would like to show him that I love him, without him having to do something. "

So they called the young man and his mother to them. The young daughter took her mother-in-law by the hand. You have been a lifetime alone without love and without a man. That is why you could not love your son, in whose face you always saw the man who had left you. You will appreciate to hear that your son brought my parents and me back together that he is not like the man who has left you. He is like his mother who wishes that loving people live together. "

The mother-in-law was overwhelmed by a great sadness. She draw her son to her heart. "Oh my son every day I wished that your father would come back and I gave you the guilt. I gave you not the love that I had locked in in abundance in my heart all those years because I fell in love unluckily. True love may not expect anything of people. True love needs to be shared every moment. "

Now the son cried a lot and he said, "Oh mother, that my love for you is so big I could not show you, but this woman here let me show my love to her. And I didn't endure it is that she was separated from her parents because I was so distant from your love, and yet I have learned from you, mother, the we children have to give our parents, have to give out of love, even if we feel not so loved as we wish to. And so this daughter has found through giving the love of her parents back again, although they no longer loved her."

"Oh," spoke the parents full of happiness and were crying a lot, "forgive us children that we have expected rewards for all the good we do to you. Sometimes it's just good that it makes it hard for you to reward us. True Love is probably to let someone go his own way as soon as he can. "

"That's why the two of you want to go a common way?"

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So the young woman and the young man fell into each other's arms.

They celebrated their wedding and were happy until the end of all days, although there was much crying at their Wedding Day.

Their children they fulfilled some desire, but not all. And their children fulfilled some of their parents' desire but not all.

Indeed, because people are different, everything is in flow and nothing returns, except the love in our hearts.



ABOUT THE AUTHOR:


RAY GRATZNER OF THE ESOTERICAL JOURNEY is one blogger who inspires profound thoughts and retrospection.

He talks about a lot of meaningful insights in his English blog and also posts them in his German blog. He describes his blog as a site that features:

"Thought and stories about personal freedom, love, life energy and the journey inside."


Visit his German Blog DER WEG IST DAS ZIEL

If you want to read his German version

The blogosphere would not be complete without a philosopher like Ray.

Thanks Ray for contributing this thought provoking story to the Inspirational Book.

I am sure lots of readers will contemplate on its real message.

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The Weeping Girl: Part 1

BY: RAY GRATZNER

There once was a girl, who was the only treasure of her parents. The mother loved her daughter very much and she dressed her every day like a little princess, with gorgeous clothes which flattered her skin.

Daily, she brushed the long hair of her child with much love and devotion and she was not tired to pay attention to her child. But from time to time she sighed and said, 'child, to be a mother is both joy and sorrow."

The father too loved his daughter very much. He cared less than the mother to change the appearance of the girl. Rather, he gave her a great deal of attention and fulfilled her every wish, he bought her whatever she wanted, dolls, dogs, birds, books.

Thus the girl grew up without ever knowing the ugly face of the lack of concern, because the parents thought of everything and ensured that in good time.

In all of their love for their only daughter the couple also found their own love. When the father saw the daughter, then he thought: "She is a part of my good-hearted woman, which I love so much ..' And the mother felt the same.

When the mother saw her daughter she thought, 'She has so much from him whom I love so much. "

The parents employed the best teachers at their house to educate her daughter and over the years she grew from a young daughter to a young woman who would soon leave the house of the parents to lead a life of her own.

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On her 18 birthday, the man took his wife to the side and said. 'Dear wife, our daughter has become with the present day adult. We have given her all what parents could give a daughter. All that is left is we must still give her her own life."

"I think just the same," she said firmly, and seized his hand. "Let us speak with our daughter."

They went to their daughter, who was in her room reading a book. "Daughter? We need to talk with you."

The daughter looked up briefly with a loathly grimace. "See ye not that I read? I don't want to be disturbed" Then she turned around and turned her back to her parents.

The father spoke again. "Dear daughter, you're grown up now. We give thee with a heavy heart today the freedom of adult life." The daughter had previously blocked her ears, and so she didn't notice as the parents boldly began to pack the suitcases of their daughter.

The mother brought the suitcase before the door of the house and the father wore his beloved daughter over the threshold of her father's home. Then they locked the door and began to smile.

"That's it, free again." They fell into the arms and cheered. The happiness of a childless love came over them once again.

As the daughter had read through her book, it was dark and she slowly got hungry. She sat up and looked around and saw that she was outside of the house in front of the door. Around her were the suitcases.

What game could that be? She cried after her parents and rang the doorbell, but nobody opened the door. Finally, she hammered annoyed with fist against the door to express her displeasure.

Suddenly on the first floor a window opened and the face of her teacher appeared.

"Your parents tell you that you have now become of age and therefore receive the gift of freedom."

"Then I have birthday today? Where is my birthday cake?", The daughter happily hopped up and down.

"There will be no cake today," the teacher looked affected and shrugged his shoulders.

"You find in the suitcases all you need to get along." The window was closed.

The young woman understood that she was locked out and began to cry. She sat in front of the door and cried hour by hour.

Finally, she went under the window of her parents and wailed, "Year after year, I was your daughter. I was never alone and I never had to struggle because you had already thought of everything. But now you let me alone and no one will think of me anymore? Why dear parents, why have you just done that? Wasn't I a good daughter, why for the world did you say nothing? Because you believed that it would be my wish to hurt you? " But nobody answered.

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Then came a young man the road along with a horse-driven carriage who saw the girl crying. He stopped his car and shouted. "Hey, you there. What do you have? Why do you cry?"

But the young woman did not reply.

The young man dismounted, went over to her and looked at all the suitcases. "So you're probably a servant who was thrown on the street? Well, you're possibly pregnant?"

But the young woman did not reply.

"I will take you with me," said the young man. "My mother is looking for a servant and you will please her just right as any other, if you only behave properly. "

The young woman sobbed and gave no further response. The man carried her suitcases to his car. And finally, he wore the young woman like a wet sack over his shoulder and placed her gently on the bank next to coach.

So they traveled for hours and the young woman didn't stop to weep, but she sobbed and whimpered no longer and her grief had become more silent.

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Finally, the young man turned into a farm and a tough female voice welcomed him. "Where do you come from now? Have you wasted time again?"

"Look, mother", said the young man" I have found a maid. Your last one has run away."

The mother looked with large eyes at the young woman saw that she cried and said. "She certainly will work nothing like she howls. But if you already have brought her, then bring her into the garret. And you - you strange one. Whoever does not work, will get nothing to eat."

The young woman seemed not to notice what happened around her and the resolute mother had already turned and was gone

So there was the young woman as a maid at the farmers and she learned everything she needed as a maid. She milked the cows and wept. She washed the clothes and wept. She quietly ate the bread that she had baked and wept. She never gave an answer and now and then a tear ran down her cheek.

The farmer was not interested because she had a heart of stone and only the young man asked himself, which was probably the secret behind the tears of the young woman. His whole life long, he had never heard a dear word from his dear mother and he could recall how had cried a lot in his childhood.

But the tears were gone, as he once had asked his mother, "mother, do you love me?"

The mother had given him a firm look and replied, "Love - what is it? Who does not work gets nothing to eat. You get to eat and do work that is everything you can ever expect from your mother. And remember. I have not called you to come into my life. Now you do not bubble to me any requests. " Then his mother had turned and was gone.

'Work, eating", he had thought.

One day the young man came back to the house of the parents of the young woman. He stopped the car and knocked on the door. The mother opened and he asked, "Good woman, why did you once throw your maid out of the house?"

"No, we never had a maid, although I come into an age where I might need a good maid. We have a daughter, who we loved dearly, but she left us being of age. We gave her all and could give only one gift to her - freedom. "

"Your daughter is now with me," said the young man

"Maybe she be where she wants to be. Who cares? I'm not," said the mother saucy. "We anticipated her every wish, but she did not pay the love back. Year after year, she became more grumpy and unbearable. Once I have asked my daughter whether she loved me?"

'Love you, certainly I love you. "

"And why?" I asked

"Because, because .. and then, she considered a long time, because you always give me what I would like to have?"

"And if I wanted something from you, dear daughter would you give it to me?"

"No, because I have nothing except what you give me. What should I give you?"

"She didn't love me because she didn't want to give me nothing in return. Maybe she be, where ever she is - I do not care. As a parent, I have fulfilled my duty." She turned her look from the young man and closed the door.

TO BE CONTINUED...


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:


RAY GRATZNER OF THE ESOTERICAL JOURNEY is one blogger who inspires profound thoughts and retrospection.

He talks about a lot of meaningful insights in his English blog and also posts them in his German blog. He describes his blog as a site that features:

"Thought and stories about personal freedom, love, life energy and the journey inside."


Visit his German Blog DER WEG IST DAS ZIEL

If you want to read his German version

The blogosphere would not be complete without a philosopher like Ray.

Thanks Ray for contributing this thought provoking story to the Inspirational Book.

I am sure lots of readers will contemplate on its real message.

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Our First Christmas Away From Home

By: CORINE LEI MANANGAN GONZALES

We used to dream of a white Christmas when we were still in the Philippines especially when we were kids.
But now that we are here in the US, it seems that the snow would not compensate for the unparalleled Christmas spirit that only the Philippines has.

Here, it’s really fun to feel the snowflakes coming down your cheeks, make angel wings on the snow-covered ground and throw snow balls at each other.

We could hardly wait to make a snowman for our little boy — he’s only six months old now but he seems to appreciate the snow already.

However, playing with snow makes us miss "halo-halo" even more…

Despite the snow fun, we still wish to come home for Christmas in the coming years.
There, the holiday season starts as early as September. In which time, the Christmas countdown begins and many already put up their Christmas trees and decorate the outdoors with lots of lights and "parol" which is an authentic pinoy Christmas lantern .

What we miss even more is the simbang gabi — we don’t usually get to complete the 9-day dawn masses but it’s always worth the try. That’s when you’d really enjoy eating puto bumbong and bibingka.

It’s also fun to see little kids all over the streets at night singing carols from one house to another hoping to get even just a few coins.

But on top of it all, it’s being with the entire family during noche buena that makes Pinoy Christmas extra special.
(Corine, husband dudz and son)
However, the family is only the second most essential element of the season. Most important of all, it’s this time of the year (and preferably all the other 364 days too) when we remember to give what is due to the REASON FOR THE SEASON.

After all, it’s His birthday that we celebrate.


Writing this blog makes me realize that though we definitely miss spending Christmas back home, the right place for Christmas is actually deep inside our hearts where our Lord resides.

So, let me be the first one to greet all of you an advance Merry Christmas !!!
and happy birthday to you Lord!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Ma'am Corine as fondly called by her former students is a soft spoken but determined young woman who had decided to migrate abroad to New Mexico with her hubby - Dudz.

Looking at her petite frame, one would not guess that she had been a competent college instructor and has several educational degrees tucked under her belt - MS Micro, BSMT and is now an ASCP board passer.
Ma'am Corz, thanks for accepting the invitation to guest post in my blog.

It has been a pleasure having you here; and I hope this will not be the last.
Good luck and God bless!