The document appears to be an excerpt from a story. It introduces the characters of Mimi and David. Mimi is the daughter of a wealthy family and David is a new bodyguard hired to protect her. As David accompanies Mimi to school on his first day, small clues and familiar objects seem to jog Mimi's memory of a friendship from their childhood, though she does not yet remember David. The story hints that David hopes reconnecting with Mimi will help her recall their past relationship.
Macmillan Readers - The House on The Hill by Elizabeth LairdEka Kurnia
Paul and Maria talked for a long time. The sun went down. It was nearly dark.
'I must go home,' said Maria.
'Where do you live?' asked Paul.
'In the big white house on the hill,' said Maria. 'Where do you live?'
'In the little brown house near the market,' said Paul.
They laughed. But Paul was sad. The house on the hill was big and important. Maria was rich, and he was poor. And Paul was in love.
Macmillan Readers: Beginner level
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Macmillan Readers - The House on The Hill by Elizabeth LairdEka Kurnia
Paul and Maria talked for a long time. The sun went down. It was nearly dark.
'I must go home,' said Maria.
'Where do you live?' asked Paul.
'In the big white house on the hill,' said Maria. 'Where do you live?'
'In the little brown house near the market,' said Paul.
They laughed. But Paul was sad. The house on the hill was big and important. Maria was rich, and he was poor. And Paul was in love.
Macmillan Readers: Beginner level
Audio book: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3YGyUd8NRt5bmxBU2IzS25LRDQ
The Wells Branch Community Library in Austin, TX, hosted a writing contest in November, 2009 (National Novel Writing Month). Here are the four winning compositions!
The Wells Branch Community Library in Austin, TX, hosted a writing contest in November, 2009 (National Novel Writing Month). Here are the four winning compositions!
The Six Highest Performing B2B Blog Post FormatsBarry Feldman
If your B2B blogging goals include earning social media shares and backlinks to boost your search rankings, this infographic lists the size best approaches.
The requirements for this essay are1. 500-600 words; 5-paragr.docxteresehearn
The requirements for this essay are:
1. 500-600 words; 5-paragraph structure (can have more than five).
2. Your idea about the story itself—the value of the story (at least a paragraph)
3. How it applies to life in general (at least a paragraph)
4. How it applies to you. Write about an item that is important to you, one that has been passed down to you or one that you hope will be or an item that you have that you will plan to pass down to someone (at least a paragraph). .
5. Be sure to supply
a. A parenthetical reference
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I will wait for her in the yard that Maggie and I made so clean and wavy yesterday afternoon. A yard like this is more comfortable than most people know. It is not just a yard. It is like an extended living room. When the hard clay is swept clean as a floor and the fine sand around the edges lined with tiny, irregular grooves, anyone can come and sit and look up into the elm tree and wait for the breezes that never come inside the house.
Maggie will be nervous until after her sister goes: she will stand hopelessly in corners, homely and ashamed of the burn scars down her arms and legs, eying her sister with a mixture of envy and awe. She thinks her sister has held life always in the palm of one hand, that "no" is a word the world never learned to say to her.
You've no doubt seen those TV shows where the child who has "made it" is confronted, as a surprise, by her own mother and father, tottering in weakly from backstage. (A pleasant surprise, of course: What would they do if parent and child came on the show only to curse out and insult each other?) On TV mother and child embrace and smile into each other's faces. Sometimes the mother and father weep, the child wraps them in her arms and leans across the table to tell how she would not have made it without their help. I have seen these programs.
Sometimes I dream a dream in which Dee and I are suddenly brought together on a TV program of this sort. Out of a dark and soft.seated limousine I am ushered into a bright room filled with many people. There I meet a smiling, gray, sporty man like Johnny Carson who shakes my hand and tells me what a fine girl I have. Then we are on the stage and Dee is embracing me with tears in her eyes. She pins on my dress a large orchid, even though she has told me once that she thinks orchids are tacky flowers.
In real life I am a large, big.boned woman with rough, man.working hands. In the winter I wear flannel nightgowns to bed and overalls dur.ing the day. I can kill and clean a hog as mercilessly as a man. My fat keeps me hot in zero weather. I can work outside all day, breaking ice to get water for washing; I can eat pork liver cooked over the open fire minutes after it comes steaming from the hog. One winter I knocked a bull calf straight in the brain between the eyes with a sledge hammer and had the meat hung up to chill before nightfall. But of course all this does not show on television. I a ...
ShameDick GregoryI never learned hate at home, or shame. I.docxklinda1
Shame
Dick Gregory
I never learned hate at home, or shame. I had to go to school for that. I was about seven years old when I got my first big lesson. I was in love with a little girl named Helene Tucker, a light-complexioned little girl with pigtails and nice manners. She was always clean and she was smart in school. I think I went to school then mostly to look at her. I brushed my hair and even got me a little old handkerchief. It was a lady's handkerchief, but I didn't want Helene to see me wipe my nose on my hand.
The pipes were frozen again, there was no water in the house, but I washed my socks and shirt every night. I'd get a pot, and go over to Mister Ben's grocery store, and stick my pot down into his soda machine and scoop out some chopped ice. By evening the ice melted to water for washing. I got sick a lot that winter because the fire would go out at night before the clothes were dry. In the morning I'd put them on, wet or dry, because they were the only clothes I had.
Everybody's got a Helene Tucker, a symbol of everything you want. I loved her for her goodness, her cleanness, her popularity. She'd walk down my street and my brothers and sisters would yell, "Here comes Helene," and I'd rub my tennis sneakers on the back of my pants and wish my hair wasn't so nappy and the white folks' shirt fit me better. I'd run out on the street. If I knew my place and didn't come too close, she'd wink at me and say hello. That was a good feeling. Sometimes I'd follow her all the way home, and shovel the snow off her walk and try to make friends with her momma and her aunts. I'd drop money on her stoop late at night on my way back from shining shoes in the taverns. And she had a daddy, and he had a good job. He was a paperhanger.
I guess I would have gotten over Helene by summertime, but something happened in that classroom that made her face hang in front of me for the next twenty-two years. When I played the drums in high school, it was for Helene, and when I broke track records in college, it was for Helene, and when I started standing behind microphones and heard applause, I wished Helene could hear it too. It wasn't until I was twenty-nine years old and married and making money that I finally got her out of my system. Helene was sitting in that classroom when I learned to be ashamed of myself.
It was on a Thursday. I was sitting in the back of the room, in a seat with a chalk circle drawn around it. The idiot's seat, the troublemaker's seat.
The teacher thought I was stupid. Couldn't spell, couldn't read, couldn't do arithmetic. Just stupid. Teachers were never interested in finding out that you couldn't concentrate because you were so hungry, because you hadn't had any breakfast. All you could think about was noontime; would it ever come? Maybe you could sneak into the cloakroom and steal a bite of some kid's lunch out of a coat pocket. A bite of something. Paste. You can't really make a meal of paste, or put it on bread for a .
NINE STORIES
by J. D. Salinger
We know the sound of two hands clapping. But what is the
sound of one hand clapping?
--A ZEN KOAN
Contents
A Perfect Day for Bananafish 3
Uncle Wiggily in Connecticut 10
Just Before the War with the Eskimos 18
The Laughing Man 25
Down at the Dinghy 32
For Esme:--with Love and Squalor 38
Pretty Mouth and Green My Eyes 49
De Daumier-Smith's Blue Period 55
Teddy 69
NINE STORIES – J. D. Salinger
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A Perfect Day for Bananafish
THERE WERE ninety-seven New York advertising men in the hotel, and, the way they
were monopolizing the long-distance lines, the girl in 507 had to wait from noon till
almost two-thirty to get her call through. She used the time, though. She read an article
in a women's pocket-size magazine, called "Sex Is Fun-or Hell." She washed her comb
and brush. She took the spot out of the skirt of her beige suit. She moved the button on
her Saks blouse. She tweezed out two freshly surfaced hairs in her mole. When the
operator finally rang her room, she was sitting on the window seat and had almost
finished putting lacquer on the nails of her left hand.
She was a girl who for a ringing phone dropped exactly nothing. She looked as if her
phone had been ringing continually ever since she had reached puberty.
With her little lacquer brush, while the phone was ringing, she went over the nail of
her little finger, accentuating the line of the moon. She then replaced the cap on the
bottle of lacquer and, standing up, passed her left--the wet--hand back and forth
through the air. With her dry hand, she picked up a congested ashtray from the window
seat and carried it with her over to the night table, on which the phone stood. She sat
down on one of the made-up twin beds and--it was the fifth or sixth ring--picked up the
phone.
"Hello," she said, keeping the fingers of her left hand outstretched and away from her
white silk dressing gown, which was all that she was wearing, except mules--her rings
were in the bathroom.
"I have your call to New York now, Mrs. Glass," the operator said.
"Thank you," said the girl, and made room on the night table for the ashtray.
A woman's voice came through. "Muriel? Is that you?"
The girl turned the receiver slightly away from her ear. "Yes, Mother. How are you?"
she said.
"I've been worried to death about you. Why haven't you phoned? Are you all right?"
"I tried to get you last night and the night before. The phone here's been--"
"Are you all right, Muriel?"
The girl increased the angle between the receiver and her ear. "I'm fine. I'm hot. This
is the hottest day they've had in Florida in--"
"Why haven't you called me? I've been worried to--"
"Mother, darling, don't yell at me. I can hear you beautifully," said the girl. "I called
you twice.
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No Ordinary Love
I
Mimi was about to be late for school, so she prepared her things in a hurry. She put on her black
stiletto and tried to straighten out her yellow dress. She was brushing her hair, when a knock
came on the door.
“Who is it?” Mimi called out as she pinned her hair back into a half-moon.
“It’s me, Bella,” answered her personal assistant.
“Oh Bella, wait a sec! I’m just finishing up in here,” she called back.
“I just wanted you to know that your father would like to see you in his office before you
head off to school.” Bella informed.
“Okay, got it! Thanks a lot Bella!” Mimi looked at the mirror and put on some lip balm.
“Good thing my skin’s fairly morena, I don’t have to put on a lot of make-up just to fix
my skin tone,” she said to herself.
She took a final look at herself, stood up from her dresser, took her bag and her books
from her bed, and stormed out of her room to her father’s office, just after she said goodbye to
her mother, the portrait of the woman which was hanging on her room.
Mimi’s mother died when she was still ten, just a year after they settled in Manila. She
didn’t know much about her mother. All she knew was that she looks exactly like her mother, as
her father would always say. She had the same morena complexion, the same long black hair,
and the same fair height. And just like her, her mother was also a music lover. That’s all she
knew of her late mother. But then, that didn’t make her love her mother less, she still loved her
mother just as much as anyone who knew their mother well.
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As Mimi was running through the hallway, she greeted all the people she passed by – her
personal assistant, the main housekeeper, the butler, the chambermaid, one of the bodyguards
and the rest – with a smile and a good morning along the way. Finally, when she was about to
reach the end of the hallway, where her father’s office was, she stopped to catch her breath,
straightened out her dress and her hair, making sure not a single strand was sticking out, and
tried to look normal as possible. Then she slowly walked towards her father’s office.
“Good morning, Madam Mimi, your father is expecting you,” the bodyguards at the door
bowed to greet her as they opened the door for her.
“Thanks! You guys look sharp today. Have a nice day!” waving her hand to the
bodyguards, as the doors closed behind her as she entered her father’s office.
She caught a glimpse of a guy sitting at the waiting bench. The guy was wearing a bodyguard’s
uniform, a black suit and tie with black leather shoes.
“He must be new,” she said under her breath.
His hair was neatly combed like a real gentleman is. He had the same fair complexion like Mimi.
He had the nicest deep brown eyes that Mimi has ever seen. Something about him reminded her
of someone.
She continued to walk towards her father’s desk.
“There you are!” her father greeted her with a warm hug, as usual.
“Good morning Papa,” as she returned her father’s hug and gave him a peck on the
cheek.
“Bella said you wanted to see me,” she said.
“I got you a new bodyguard. He will be accompanying you to school, piano and voice
practice, parties or any dates you go to,” Mr. dela Torre said.
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“But Papa!”, Mimi tried to but in.
“No more buts, honey. This is for your own good,” as he reached for the intercom and
pressed the button, “you may now come in, David.”
II
David just came from the province. He and his mother had lived there almost all his life. His
mother was the only one who raised him, because his father was an absentee. He didn’t know if
his father was still alive or dead. He hadn’t seen a single picture of his father. But then, since his
mother loved him so much; he felt that he did not need the love of a father anymore. His
mother’s love was enough for him.
But then, there was one love from a person that he wanted to have. That love is from a
special girl from his past, his childhood friend. And for that reason, he decided to work in
Manila, specifically for the dela Torre’s, so that he can be close to his special someone.
So, when he graduated from the Philippine National Police Academy, he immediately
sought for a job in Manila, where his mother said the girl was currently residing. Luckily, he
immediately got a job as a bodyguard of the dela Torre companies. It was a group of well-to-do
companies which was known not just in Manila, but also all over the Philippines. They own
airlines, ships, resorts, hotels, restaurants, you name it and they have it. He was just so happy that
he got a job there, at least his chances of finding his first love was perking higher. As he left for
Manila, he hugged his mother tightly and kissed her check.
“I’m sorry Mama, if I didn’t tell you the real reason why I wanted to work in Manila. But
I know this is the best for me,” he thought as he walked down the hill, carrying his duffel bag,
towards the jeepney stop.
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Though it was his first time in Manila, he didn’t have a hard time locating the dela
Torre’s residence, because everyone in Manila knew them. Someone even offered him a ride
there, but then, just as they were about to go out of the airport, a man in a black suit, holding out
a card with his name written on it, approached him.
“Mr. Salazar?”
“Yes sir. That’s me.”
“Welcome to Manila. My name is Manuel. I will be driving you to the dela Torre’s
residence.” as he motioned towards the black and shiny limousine parked just outside the lobby.
“Woah! Nice! I mean, thank you.”, then turning to the kind man who offered him a ride,
“Thank you kind sir. But I guess I won’t be coming with you anymore. It was nice to meet you
though. Have a good day!” he bowed and waved goodbye and walked towards the limousine.
The dela Torre’s residence was about an hour ride from the airport, just enough for him
to get a glimpse of Manila. Everywhere he looked, there would either be a dela Torre restaurant,
dela Torre spa and salon, dela Torre bank, dela Torre hotels and coffee shop and so on. It was as
if, Manila was bustling with different dela Torre businesses. He imagined that the dela Torre
must be a really rich family with a really nice house. Fair enough, the driver just informed him
that they have arrived. He pulled in what seemed like a palace which came out of some famous
movie. It was an enormous five story palace. Guards can be found everywhere. It had a wide
garden in front filled with different plants and flowers. There were gardeners trimming and
watering the flowers and plants. The driveway was wide and tiled with marble. The garage,
which seemed like a house on its own, was filled with different types of cars, from bullet proof
cars, to sport cars, to motorcycles, and vans. The driver stopped at the backdoor steps, wherein
two guards were standing. A man in a deep navy suit greeted him at the door,
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“Welcome Mr. Salazar. The president has been expecting you. But before you go see
him, let me show you your room.” and the man lead him inside the palace.
He was too astonished to say anything. He just kept on nodding and smiling. There were maids
and servants everywhere. The palace had carpeted floors all over the place. A lot of portraits and
painting were hanging on either side of its walls. Even the ceilings had paintings on them. Huge
antique jars were placed at every corner. It had huge windows which made the insides of the
palace breezy. Everything in the palace looked exquisite and expensive. As he followed the
butler to his room, he caught a glimpse of some rooms. There was a dancing room, a mini
theater, a couple of guest rooms, a spa and massage room, a TV room and a game room. Just
then the butler stopped at a door, which must be his room.
“Here we are. Make yourself at home. Your uniform had been prepared already. Please
wear it immediately, before we go to Mr. dela Torre.”
“Oh, Okay. Thank you, kind sir,” he bowed as he entered the room.
“Hurry up. I’ll be waiting outside.” David entered his room, which looked like a hotel
room.
It had its own TV set, own dresser with a huge mirror attached to the wall. It also had its own
bathroom, kitchen and mini living room. He frantically searched for his uniform, and finally he
saw it neatly placed on a king sized bed. He changed into his uniform as fast as he could and
combed his hair neatly before he went out.
“This way please.” the butler pointed towards the long hallway.
Just as they were walking away, he saw a lady in business attire, knocking on the door of some
woman named Mimi, little did he know that he’ll be spending more time with her beginning that
day.
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He’s been sitting on the bench in the waiting area of the president’s office for a couple of
minutes now. The butler said that he should just wait for the president to call him to come into
his office. So there he was, sitting there and waiting patiently. He thought of his childhood friend
and how much he wanted to see her again. Just then, the door burst open and a beautiful young
lady, just about his age, entered the room. He followed her with his eyes. Then, as if she felt his
stare, she glanced at him. And David, who felt a bit panicky, just smiled. The lady also smiled
brightly, as bright as her yellow dress, and then continued to walk away.
He felt like there was a connection between him and the young lady. Her smile seemed so
familiar to David. It made him think of someone special to him. He can still remember her
beautiful face and her bright smile. Unfortunately, they had to separate because the girl had to
move somewhere and they haven’t seen each other since then.
The sound of the intercom cut through his thoughts.
“You may come in now, David”, were the words he heard. So he got up and went to the
desk of the president.
III
The guy, she saw in the waiting room earlier, entered the room.
“This is Mr. David Salazar. He is going to be your new bodyguard.” then turning to
David,
“And this, Mr. Salazar, is my one and only precious daughter Senna Mae dela Torre.”
David took of his cap and bowed to greet Mimi.
“At your service, Madam. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said.
David was shocked when Mimi held out her hand at him and said
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“The pleasure’s mine, Dave. Can I call you that? Anyways, you can call me Mimi for
short. I don’t want to be so formal and all,” then brightly smiled at him and gestured for him to
shake her hands.
Realizing that he was just standing there staring at her beautiful face, David shook with Mimi’s
hands.
“Ok, that’s it. I really have got to go Papa. I’m going to be late for school.” she kissed
and hugged her father.
“Take care honey,” Mr. dela Torre said, then turning to David, “Please stay for a bit. I
just have some important matters to discuss with you in private.”
“Yes sir,” Dave responded, then he looked at Mimi who was waiting for her at the door.
“It’s okay, Dave. I’ll just wait for you in the car. But, please do hurry,” Mimi said.
As Mimi saw Dave approaching the car, she opened her window and yelled out to him.
“Dave! Hurry up! I’m gonna be late for school,” Mimi cried.
“Okay, Madam. I’m sorry,” Dave said, as if he just snapped out from his thoughts.
IV
David was still bothered with what Mr. dela Torre told him earlier that day.
“I know you mean well, but please break it to her gently. Don’t shock her, for she’s had a
tough time ever since then,” were Mr. dela Torre’s last words, before he left.
He still couldn’t believe it. But, he was happy that he’s finally found his childhood friend, Mimi.
Although she still can’t remember him now, he believes that one day, she eventually will.
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In order for Mimi to remember him, Dave has planned out some things for him to do.
And he started out with Mimi’s favorite snack. After school, as Mimi was about to get in the car,
Dave handed her a bag of mangoes and bagoong, her favorite.
“Wow! Thanks! These are my favorite,” Mimi beamed as she took it from him.
“I know,” Dave smiled.
“Huh? How did you know?” Mimi asked, puzzled.
“Uhm, I mean. I know, right? Isn’t mangga’t bagoong the best?” Dave explained.
“Oh, yeah. It definitely is,” Mimi said.
“Whew! That was close,” Dave muttered under his breath, as he started the car.
As Dave was pulling the car in the dela Torre’s driveway, he glanced at Mimi in the rearview
mirror.
“So, I was informed that it’s your birthday tomorrow,” Dave blurted out.
“Yes, it’s my twenty-fourth birthday,” she said, as Dave put the car to a stop.
“Well, I guess we have the same birthday then,” Dave said, as he opened the car for her.
“Really? That’s great! Then we’ll have a double birthday party tomorrow!” Mimi
exclaimed.
“I don’t think so. I’ll just be happy celebrating it with you at the side,” Dave said,
laughing, as he closed the car’s door.
“Wait, can I see that?” Mimi said pointing at Dave’s wrist.
“Oh! This one? Yeah, sure,” Dave held out his hand for Mimi to see.
“Nice bracelet. You know, I feel like I’ve seen something like this before. I’m just not
sure,” Mimi said, observing the bracelet closely.
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“You may have. You just forgot about it,” Dave said, thinking back to the time when
Mimi gave him the bracelet as a present during his 9th birthday.
“Yeah, I think so too. Anyways, I gotta go. I still have a lot of things to prepare for
tomorrow,” Mimi said, as she hurried inside their house.
“Yes indeed, you just don’t know it yet,” Dave muttered under his breath.
V
Mimi woke up early the next morning. She planned to give Dave a birthday surprise. She went to
their cook and told him about her plan. The cook smiled and agreed to help her cook puchero for
Dave’s birthday surprise. Mimi didn’t know what Dave’s favorite dish was, but when she
thought of a dish to cook, puchero was the first thing that popped into her mind. Indeed, she
decided to cook puchero for Dave.
She was just placing a vase of tulips on the center table, when Dave entered the dining
room. He was about to say something, when Mimi and the cooks and some maids, sang him a
happy birthday.
“Thanks everyone. Thanks Madam. I’m too speechless to think of anything,” Dave said,
still overwhelmed with the surprise birthday breakfast.
“Well, I’m glad you liked it. I’m sorry, since I didn’t know your favorite dish, I just
decided to cook puchero for you. I hope you’ll like it,” Mimi said, as they all settled down to eat.
“You made a great choice. Puchero is actually my favorite. Thanks again Ma’am. Happy
birthday to you too, I’m sorry I haven’t prepared anything special, yet.” Dave smiled.
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“That’s great! Oh! Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you liked my little surprise. You
know, I felt like I’ve known you before, because I seem to know a lot about you,” Mimi said,
slicing her viand.
“You might know me more than you think,” Dave muttered under his breath, smiling.
“What did you say?” Mimi said as his father entered the room.
“What’s going on here?” Mr. dela Torre asked coming to his daughter, “Happy birthday,
darling,” he said, as he gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“Thanks Papa. Well, I just found out yesterday that Dave and I have the same birthday.
So I decided to prepare a little surprise for him. But since I didn’t know his favorite dish, I just
decided to cook puchero, which turned out to be his favorite dish. Can you believe it Papa?”
Mimi happily explained.
“Yes, I can dear. You might know him more than you think you do.” Mr. dela Torre said,
exchanging knowing glances with Dave, across the table, “Happy birthday, Dave,” he added.
VI
When the last guests have said their last happy birthdays and goodbyes to Mimi, Dave asked
Mimi to come with him to the backyard. Mimi wondered what he could be up to, but came with
him anyways, smiling.
“Surprise!” Dave said, as Mimi saw the backyard, which he decorated with tulips and
lights.
Situated at the middle of the backyard was a bench, filled with tulips and lights. And on the
bench was a bouquet of tulips.
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“Wow! This is nice Dave. I’m really surprised,” Mimi exclaimed, still mesmerized with
the view.
“Here, sit,” Dave motioned for her to sit on the bench, as he took a guitar, which was
lying on the ground, just beside the bench.
“Oh!” Mimi exclaimed, cupping her mouth with her hands, overwhelmed.
“Yeah, I’ve prepared a little something for you, I hope you will like this,” Dave said as he
started playing the guitar.
Dave sang Mimi’s favorite song, No Ordinary Love, hoping that she would finally remember
him. All this time, Dave has been trying things that will make Mimi remember him, as her
childhood friend before. Since he already has Mr. dela Torre’s approval, he decided to go with it.
And if this last step won’t work still, he has decided to finally let Mimi know the truth. He’ll tell
her why she couldn’t remember him at all.
“You were the first to touch my heart, and everything’s right again, with your
extraordinary love,” Dave sang as he strummed the last chords of the song.
“Wow! I can’t say anything. I’m too surprised right now,” Mimi said in disbelief.
“Well, I couldn’t think of a more perfect surprise for you. But I hope you liked it,” Dave
said placing the guitar back on the ground and sat beside her.
“Liked it? I loved it! That was actually my favorite song. And tulips? Tulips are my
favorite!” looking at the tulips decorated in the backyard, then at Dave, “How come we just met
but then we know so much about each other?” Mimi finally wondered.
“Okay, I’m gonna tell you something,” breathing heavily, “Promise me you won’t laugh
or anything. It’s a secret that I and your father have been keeping for some time now.” Dave
said.
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“A secret? Okay, what is it?” Mimi asked eagerly.
So David told Mimi the reason why he knew so much about her was that he was her childhood
friend back in Davao. He told her that the reason why she couldn’t remember him was that she
had a post-traumatic amnesia after her mother died in a car accident. It was a car accident that
Mimi caused because when she was 18, it was her first test drive on the highway, and her mother
came to support her. But then, her brakes went off, and they hit a truck. So all she can remember
was her father. That’s also why she vaguely remembers her mother.
“What the hell are you saying?” Mimi cried, as she stood up from the bench.
“It’s true, Mimi. I’m sorry if it had to come from me, this way,” Dave said, standing up.
“No, that can’t be true. No. No. No!” Mimi said, crying and a bit frantic.
“It’s true, Mimi. That’s the reason why I knew that you liked mangga’t bagoong. And
this bracelet,” holding out his wrist with the bracelet Mimi gave him, “the reason why you think
this bracelet was familiar was because you’re the one who gave it to me, on my birthday. And,
and the reason why you chose to cook puchero was because you already knew that was my
favorite. And now, I prepared tulips because I knew that you loved tulips, because it reminds you
so much of your mom. And I sang No Ordinary Love because I knew it was your favorite. What
other reason could there be to explain all those things?” Dave explained.
“I’m sorry Dave. I just can’t take this,” Mimi cried, as she turned and ran back inside the
house, leaving Dave crying on the ground.
As Mimi was running back inside the house, she saw her father in the hallway.
“Mimi! What happened to you dear? Why are you crying?” her father asked, seeing her
face.
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“Is it true, Papa? Is it true that I was the reason why Mama died? Is it true that Dave was
my childhood friend before? And the reason why I couldn’t remember those things was because
I had an amnesia? Is it true? Papa! Tell me. Answer me please!” Mimi begged clutching at her
father’s arms, sobbing.
“Yes, darling. It is indeed true. I’m sorry I haven’t told you about it. I guess the timing
wasn’t just right,” her father explained.
“So when are you gonna plan to tell me? So if Dave didn’t tell me, you still wouldn’t? I
can’t believe you’ve kept this from me for such a long time, Papa! I hate you!” Mimi cried, as
she stormed out running out of the house.
It was already dark and raining outside. But Mimi didn’t care. She went inside the nearest car
and drove out of the house. She felt like she needed to be out of there as fast as she could. She
was sobbing and out of breath, but she couldn’t stop crying. She couldn’t believe all of the things
that she learned that night. It hurt that Dave was the one who told her. But it hurt more that her
father haven’t told her about it, and probably haven’t planned to if it weren’t for Dave, all this
time. Mimi was so absorbed with her thoughts, crying and sobbing, when she haven’t noticed
that a dog was crossing the street up ahead. When she finally did, it came as a shock to her, that
she stepped on her brakes hard in order to avoid the dog, then turned the car to the right. But
since she was driving at full speed, her car didn’t stop immediately. It went a little down the hill,
and hit the tree, which made Mimi hit her head hard. The next thing she knew, she was already in
bed.
VII
The door of Mimi’s room opened, and out came her doctor.
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“Mimi’s awake. You may go see her now,” she informed.
Dave and Mimi’s father have been worried sick about Mimi when she got into another car
accident. She’s been in the hospital for two weeks now. And this was the first time that she has
woken up.
“Come on. Let’s see her,” Mr. dela Torre said to Dave.
“Why don’t you come in first, sir. I will just follow you in a while. I don’t wanna shock
her or something,” Dave said anxiously.
“Okay,” Mr. dela Torre replied as he opened Mimi’s door and went inside.
After a few minutes, Dave finally decided to come inside. As he was closing the door behind
him, he could hear Mimi’s voice.
“Where is Dave, Dad? I wanna see him,” Mimi said.
“Actually,” her father began, “Oh! There he is! Come on in, son,” Her father gestured for
Dave to come closer as he saw him approaching.
“Well, I guess, I’ll have to leave you two alone first,” Mr. dela Torre said, standing up,
kissing Mimi’s forehead and patting Dave’s back, and headed for the door.
“Hi, how are you?” were the first words that Dave blurted out, sitting down beside
Mimi’s bed.
“Dave, I’m fine. Look, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I acted that way to you,” Mimi apogized.
“It’s okay, Mimi. I understand,” Dave said, looking at her eyes.
“I remember you, Dave. I can now remember you,” Mimi said, as tears rolled down her
eyes.
“Really? You can finally remember me now?” Dave asked, in disbelief, but happily.
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“Yes, and I’m really sorry. I really am. I wish I could make it up to you,” Mimi said in
between sobs.
“It’s okay, Mimi. What matters now is that we’re together again, and you already
remember me,” Dave smiled, pulling her close to hug her, “Nothing makes me happier than
having you near me, Mimi.”
THE END