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Teaching Love

Joyl, and her sister Tevera, were sitting at the fireplace.
Sharing secrets,
sharing their live, in retrospect to what the other encounters with each sibling.
Tevera, the oldest, knowing the most of life, is wiser, so is more gracious with her tales.
While Joyl, in turn, shows much enthusiasm and looked over much of the things.

The days that passed showed them so much about themselves.
So many things 
they had never known, and would have never known if it wasn’t for Petrik.
So spontaneous a creature, without a minute’s warning would rear his head and spark the 
imagination.
Petrik was, for the most part, helpful, with a quick wit, and even quicker temper.

If one of the girls shall speak harshly to the teacher, Petrik would give them a rap on the ear.
When he was
most angry, he would be so mean as to put glue in their hair, an impossible feat to 
overcome. 
But, all be would do was whisper the one word in each of their ears, and they would be 
alright.
As simple as it is, it was so very hard to do when it actually came to achieving the one word.

It was now, both staring into the fireplace, that they recalled that word, and what it meant to 
each other.
Joyl says, with
much ease and in a carefree tone; that it was simple the word she lived by, the word 
everyone should strive to achieve with themselves at least several times in their life.
Tevera was very thoughtful about her response, once cannot simply chatter their life away.

Her reply came as gentle as a springtime flower, smiling at the sun.
I have now
become what he spoke, what he breathed into me, I am now so passionate about the 
gentleness people can achieve, that the word has become meaningless, and only the sound 
gives me pleasure. 
The feeling, the heartfelt emotion, the simple complexity, and he will always be remembered.

Copyright © Caroline Lohrey | Year Posted 2008

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