An old man, named Jack, sits in his garden with the company of his Husky, Pop, facing to the east side, to the Aegean Sea. The sky is blue and clear. And, there are mountains of flowers in the garden which is colorful. He seems to recall something with his hands on the plain, old box on his laps, but everything is so peaceful.
Today is December 24th, Sunday. The weather is fine, with sun shining in the sky. The sky is blue and clear. It is indeed a great day for people to prepare for the tomorrow’s Christmas. All stores are swum by a lot people with joy and excitement, except one person, the one living on the Memory Road, whose house is white but old, simple but pleasant, with the colorful garden in front of the house where he has kept a Husky, called Pop, over ten years and where he usually sits to kill times on every big days rather than celebrate like others do.
Today, as usual, the old man, Jack, takes out a chair, a CD player at the right side, Pop at the other side and a plain, old box with ashes on its cover on his laps, sitting calmly on the chair. He starts to play the music on. It is not the pop music but some kind of classical one with the violin on the main theme. With beginning of the melody, Jack touches Pop’s head, which makes him feel happy and shakes his tail. Then, he opens the box, taking out lots of pictures, which he has no ideas who are they in the pictures beside him or what he had experienced in the past.
It has been twenty years since he could not remember anything from his lifetime. He takes the first picture, which he was in the military uniforms in WWII. He shakes his head and puts it into the box, meaning nothing he could recall. He takes another picture, with a guy and woman in the wedding party and him beside them, which was his best friend, Fred’s wedding. Again, he shakes his head and sighs, putting it into the box, meaningless, too. After viewing some pictures with nothing improvable, he combs Pop’s furs and takes the last picture. It is a girl, about her twenties, in a beautiful dress, a violin on her left hand, right hand fingers in the form of “V”, and a golden medal hanging on her neck. It’s about sun set now. Jack looks at the picture longer than any pictures do. Despite the fact that he can’t remember what her name is May? Mary? Maggie? or Marley? however, deeply in his heart, he knows he loves her. He loves her more than any other things in the whole world and even more than his life. He also remembers what he had promised her when the first time he saw her in the orphanage. He promised her that he would never, ever leave her, even a minute as he was about to take her home. But now, all he wants to do is to remember her name. Seriously looking at the picture, he still can’t get it. He gives it to Pop, trying to have a hint from him; instead, he just looks innocent back at Jack. With a long sigh, he raises his hand up to the sky, stretching himself. Jack is really old. It is not easy for a 68-year-old man to remember all things in his life. Yet, it is so ridiculous to forget his own daughter’s name. In fact, he has forgotten things since he fainted in the court twenty years ago.
Today is December 24th, Sunday. The weather is fine, with sun shining in the sky. The sky is blue and clear. It is indeed a great day for people to prepare for the tomorrow’s Christmas. All stores are swum by a lot people with joy and excitement, except one person, the one living on the Memory Road, whose house is white but old, simple but pleasant, with the colorful garden in front of the house where he has kept a Husky, called Pop, over ten years and where he usually sits to kill times on every big days rather than celebrate like others do.
Today, as usual, the old man, Jack, takes out a chair, a CD player at the right side, Pop at the other side and a plain, old box with ashes on its cover on his laps, sitting calmly on the chair. He starts to play the music on. It is not the pop music but some kind of classical one with the violin on the main theme. With beginning of the melody, Jack touches Pop’s head, which makes him feel happy and shakes his tail. Then, he opens the box, taking out lots of pictures, which he has no ideas who are they in the pictures beside him or what he had experienced in the past.
It has been twenty years since he could not remember anything from his lifetime. He takes the first picture, which he was in the military uniforms in WWII. He shakes his head and puts it into the box, meaning nothing he could recall. He takes another picture, with a guy and woman in the wedding party and him beside them, which was his best friend, Fred’s wedding. Again, he shakes his head and sighs, putting it into the box, meaningless, too. After viewing some pictures with nothing improvable, he combs Pop’s furs and takes the last picture. It is a girl, about her twenties, in a beautiful dress, a violin on her left hand, right hand fingers in the form of “V”, and a golden medal hanging on her neck. It’s about sun set now. Jack looks at the picture longer than any pictures do. Despite the fact that he can’t remember what her name is May? Mary? Maggie? or Marley? however, deeply in his heart, he knows he loves her. He loves her more than any other things in the whole world and even more than his life. He also remembers what he had promised her when the first time he saw her in the orphanage. He promised her that he would never, ever leave her, even a minute as he was about to take her home. But now, all he wants to do is to remember her name. Seriously looking at the picture, he still can’t get it. He gives it to Pop, trying to have a hint from him; instead, he just looks innocent back at Jack. With a long sigh, he raises his hand up to the sky, stretching himself. Jack is really old. It is not easy for a 68-year-old man to remember all things in his life. Yet, it is so ridiculous to forget his own daughter’s name. In fact, he has forgotten things since he fainted in the court twenty years ago.
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