A BROKEN MIRROR

June, 1906. There was a boy on the wheel chair in the shore of St. Angela Lake. The lake was so beautiful. There were many pigeons dancing on the green grass. The water was clear as clear as mirror. You could see the smooth cloud and a brave sun were hanging upon the sweet blue sky. The man was looking down to the lake. His eyes were red and tears streaming down on his rosy cheek. He saw his shadow on the surface of the water. He saw his eyes and rubbed it. The reflection was unorganized. The smooth wind blew and swept the noise. There were only bird’s songs which could you hear. That angel’s breath blew on the surface of the water and made it like a broken mirror.
“Let’s go back and take a rest”, said a woman who was standing in the right side of the wheel chair. The grey hair was a sign that she wasn’t a young woman. Her wrinkle face was a witness of the world’s development. Her voice was so heavy but you could feel her kindness from her beautiful eyes. Her affection and gesture showed that their relation was very close. She touched the boy’s shoulder with love. Then she steered the wheel chair to a black-shiny-van.

April, 1906. “Hurray!” shout a young boy with happiness when he heard good news from his dad. He is Paul Parker, an eleven-year-old boy from Heidelberg, Germany. His father had planned to go fishing in St. Angela Lake, the most beautiful lake in Germany. This is the first time for Paul to go fishing. He was wandering what he could do in that lake. His father, Peter Parker was a generous man for Paul. He asked Paul to dress warmly because it would be very cold in the morning near the lake.
In the following day, Paul and his father were ready to go fishing. Paul’s eyes were red because he hah ha a trouble sleeping in the previous night. He was really interested with his activity today. He had been dreaming to go fishing all night and this occasion was one of his favorite dreams.
On the way to the lake, the scenery was so beautiful. Paul saw many birds were singing on the branch of an oak tree. The way was so wet and cold. The silver moist made you hard to see the way. The sun was very shy to smile. The St. Angela’s way was on the high hill. Paul was singing all the time. He tried to entertain his father with his angel’s voice. Paul’s voice made the journey felt more interesting and warmer. After he finished the song, he felt so tired and got a sleep. His head was leaning against the dashboard of the car. Then Paul’s father took the left shoulder of his son with his right hand and leaning it on the seat. He also took a thick jacket in the red bag. He was so serious to find the jacket until he lost his driving focus. Suddenly, in an opposite way of the Parker’s car, a white van was running very fast. The driver was an octogenarian. He had a problem with his sight. There was an extreme turn way and finally wreck!! When these cars were turning, they crashed each other.
“Bip..Bip..Bip..” the sounds of machine were breaking the loneliness of a room. The room was so clean. The wall was white and the floor was shining. The curtain had opened, so the sweet sun’s light could be entering the room easily and warming the face of a boy on a bed. That was Paul who lying on a cold bed. His eyes and leg was covered with a white bandage. In the left side of the bed, there was a woman with grey hair. Her hair was blinking when the sun’s light touched her smooth hair. The sunshine was waking up Paul from his tight sleep. He tried to open his eyes but it was so heavy. Suddenly, pain was spreading from his tiny feet. He was moaning and crying. The woman tried to calm down her beloved son with her soft voice and touch. Finally, Paul’s moan and tears stopped. “Where am I, Mom?” said Paul trembling. “You are on a bed” answered the woman who tried to entertain her son. “Yes I know, are we in the inn near the lake? Where is Dad?” asked Paul. Suddenly, tears were streaming down on the woman’s wrinkle cheek. She tried to stop it, but it was so hard. Then the door of the room opened, there was a doctor wearing a white-neat-dress. “Good morning” his voice was breaking the silent of the room. “Who is it Mom?” asked Paul. “He is your doctor” said the woman. “Doctor? So I am I a hospital right now?” asked Paul. “Yes you are” answered the doctor. The doctor said that Paul would be getting better soon and he asked Paul to be more patient.
Day by day Paul’s aches disappeared and he recovered from his illness. The doctor allowed him to go back and take a rest in house but he urged Paul to use a wheel chair because his legs weren’t ready to walk. The nurse had opened the bandage on his eyes so he could see the sweet dew and pigeons which made that day so colorful. Yellow every where! That was in autumn season. The leaves from the trees near the Paul’s room were falling from their branch. On the way to the house, Paul asked his mother, “Where is Dad?” his mother said that she would answer it when they had arrived in the house.
When they had arrived, she explained what had happened on that day. “Actually, your dad has passed away” said the woman. Suddenly, Paul was quiet and sobbing. He didn’t have power to raise his body and accept that truth. Then his mother explained that actually Paul were blind because of that accident and before his father died, he decided to give his eyes to Paul so Paul could see the St. Angela Lake with it’s beautiful pigeon’s dance.