True that.
Why am I blogging about courage?
If I'm bored I love to write. At this one time at school when exams were over, I had this one book and it was supposed to be used for English. Whatever, I used that book to write stories that I imagine about love,hopes and dreams. Well based on that picture I really don't have any courageous true stories in mind. But when I think about the word courage or brave. It reminds me of a story about a man and his daughter that I wrote.
Let's start the story shall we?
Le Mans,France 1968, In a small village near town there was a boy named Dean Copper . He was sure the most naughty twelve year old ever. The villagers there hated him and he was the talk of town . What did he do to cause such madness?. Well,he climb high trees to pick other's fruits , he likes to steal a little boy's bike to have some fun with his friends ,stealing breads and pastries and making the village hectic and wild.
But one thing for sure he never been caught by the police.
But, Dean is not the naughty little boy that everyone hates. He had reasons. True he stole many things. But all the food and things he stole were for the sake of his sick mother.Well, Dean was not from a very wealthy family. His father ran away on new year's eve when he was a baby. he left a note to say sorry and he was not ready to have a family. He was an only child since his mother fell sick when he was seven. Most villagers was curious that he lived only with his mother at a strange cottage far from the village. Well, Dean stole pastries and milk at morning to feed himself and his mother and at after school he had a job as a cobbler wiping everyone's shoes until midnight.
Like most boys,Dean had a dream. He wanted to be an artist in Paris one day. He had a raw talent to draw. His mother said he got it from his dad. But, Dean hated him and warned his mother to never say a word of him. One night, a soul had been taken by God and it was his mother's. He went home as usual but this time dean afford to buy a bouquet of pink roses like she requested a few weeks ago. He was so thrilled to go home to tell his mother that he was offered to go to Paris with a scholarship to an art school. As soon as he opened the door he knelt down and cried as he hugged his mother. The day after,her body was covered by earth and he put the bouquet on her grave.
When he got back home,he found a letter for him on his mother's dresser. He opened it carefully and read it. The note was written by her mother a few days before her death.
" Dear Dean,
I hope you found this letter when I am gone. It had been my most twelve wonderful years with you. I cannot count how many blessings to God for having you in my arms . Chase your dreams and paint the world darling. I know you can be great one day. Please do not ever find me or know my history . But, someday you will find your father. Send my love to when you'll meet him at Paris. You will know much more about me and your father one day. Go and travel darling see the world with your eyes and find your happy end. I hope you can keep this letter as there is nothing else I can give to you. I am sorry that I have no money to help you in Paris. I am useless in your life . I will miss you darling . But, do not miss me too much. I love you Dean and forever will be. Don't worry love, I'm here in your heart always. " Love ,Louisa.
He wiped his tears and told himself that he was growing up. At noon,he took a train to Paris to fulfill his dreams . He folded the letter and put it safely in his pocket and he knew she was there.
Fin Part 1
REALITY CHECK
So sorry that I have to stop here.
cause I am so tired of typing plus I want to watch some TV.
This was not the part of the courage thing. But you'll get at the end of the story.
Thank you for tuning :)
See you next time.
