The Red Ribbon

A windy afternoon of January. Ofcourse the Christmas season now over, students back in school. Students starting to get ready for the last months of their school year.

     That afternoon, a girl sitting alone at a bench. The wind blowing through her hair and giving her the shivers while drinking a newly brewed coffee while reading a newly bought book possibly given by one of her friends or relatives.

    Her silence and consentration was interupted by the ringing of her phone. She immedietly answered it and began looking through her backpack. She had a worried expression on her face when she answered it. Something was wrong, her expression says it all. She put down her phone for a second and started looking harder and is now frustrated about the thing she is looking for. She said goodbye to whoever called her.

    Finally after a minute or two she finally pulled  something red from her backpack that made her sigh. She then finished whatever was left in her styro coffee cup and tied the vibrant red piece onto her long brunette hair. She then put her book into her backpack and stood up and left.

   She started walking around looking at the stores as she passed by. She was about to go in a bookstore when her phone rang a specific tune. She would know that tune anywhere. She picked up her phone and looked at the caller ID and smiled weakly. She immedietly answered it and listened carefully to someone at the end of the line. She then smiled and closed her eyes and untied the red piece in her hair letting its natural curls flow. She looked at it smiling widely until sighing. That smile in her face was a smile that seemed to be giving her hope and happiness. The girl hung up and walked faster. She seemed to be in peace but there is a sudden sadness in her eyes. She kept walking and walking and walking and walking as if someone was chasing her. She then took a turn and entered a building and was smiling widely.

   She entered the building and rode the elevator. She went straight up to the rooftop. But what's wierd is, she was smiling widely but tears suddenly flows down from her face. She exited the elevator and opened the door to enter the rooftop. She was welcomed by the cool breeze of the night. The sun had already set. The breeze blowing her hair out of her face, seeing that beautiful face. She was looking around and tears was running down her face like a waterfall. The scenery up at the roof top was beautiful, it was covered with lit up balloons. It was fascinating, the balloons were lit up. Tears were falling uncontrollably. She started walking to the edge, one hand clutched tight at the railings and the other holding the vibrant red piece.

    She looked down to how high she was. She was crying still holding the red piece. The girl spoke and looked to the sky.

  "Lord please help me to let go..."

    She then took a deep breath and wiped the tears on her face. She was engulfed by silence once again. It seems that she can't find the courage. She then spoke again,

  "Come on. Just get it over with."

   After a couple of seconds of silence. She sighed and she then untied a balloon and wrote:

  "Be happy. Thank you for being there for me."

 She then took looked at the red piece in her hand one last time and tied it to the balloon and kissed it. A single tear rolled down her cheeks. After taking a deep breath. She let go.

   The wind blew the balloon. It was easier to see because it was night the light helped a lot. But for the woman, the only thing important is the red piece, the red ribbon tied onto the balloon.

  She took the last deep breaths, wiped the last tears and finally spoke,

   "See you soon my sister. I hope your happy. I sent your favorite RIBBON with a lit up balloon..." 

   The girl finally exited and was again engulfed by the crowd.