Dear fellow widows,
I write to you today because just like you, I have staggered upon a name of utter despair. Just the thought of it makes the hair on my arms rise tall and straight like an army of soldiers. WIDOW. This word itself appears in my mind Day and Night.
I feel alone in the world, like I was shipwrecked onto an island of loneliness. My heart, sunk and lost at sea in an ocean of grief. How did I land upon an island of such sorrow, you may ask? The day started as always. I sat at home cooking while my husband, Li Ping was at work, he was a medium. He would hear voices in his head, spirits of ancestors telling him to do as they said. They had been telling him to do terrible things, but nothing this awful.
It was a fairly breezy day as I walked along the boardwalk for my daily stroll after I had eaten lunch. It was then that a boy came rushing down yelling the news: "The sea captain's son, Li Ping killed himself! Li Ping is dead!" I stopped, grief strucken. Suddenly, it dawned on me. He was always talking about the voices in the sea, I knew where he was. I rushed down the boardwalk and peered into the water. I then glanced a peek at the body of a dead man floating. My heart stopped and broke into a million pieces as the man became more visible. I was right. There he was, Dead.
I stood there for what seemed to be an eternity. My eyes filled with tears as I watched the body of the man whom used to be my husband. I was trapped inside a maze of emotions: Sad of course, depressed, alone and mad. Mad because I knew that this was the fault of the spirits. They took control over him and over powered him. They told him to do none other than, kill himself. He listened.
When I showed my aunts the dead man their reactions surprised me. They told me the spirits had called to me telling me where Li Ping's body was, that I was a medium. I was shocked. As I looked back into the water, I realized that I didn't want voices in my head. I didn't want them to do to me as they did to Li Ping. I tried to explain to them that it was the current, drowned men always get washed up there, but they ignored me. I had no choice, I was forced into being a medium.
What moved me the most about the entire situation was that Li Ping listened to the spirits. In order to try to forget about this tragic event, I have joined the circus. Widows of the world, I advise you to do the same. I wish you the best of luck in the world without your husbands.
Sincerely,
Mipeng
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