Anabel’s first song

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One of these days Anabel intimated that she was writing a song. I thought”oh, what a creative child I have” expecting to hear a song about flowers and butterflies or something like that. But when the song was finished and Anabel stood in front of me singing her song out to me, my jaw dropped. Definitely butterflies were not a subject of that song.

Ktoregos z ostatnich dni, Anabel oznajmila, ze pisze piosenke. Pomyslala “alez mam kreatywne dziecko” oczekujac piosenki o kwiatkach i motylkach lub czyms podobnym. Ale kiedy Anabel stala przede mna spiewajac swoje dzielo, szczeka mi opadla. Na pewno nie jest o motylach.

“Nie czuje jakbym byla w tobie.  Czuje sie zakochana.  Ludzie ze zlymi duszami so podli i nie mili.   Nie probuj byc okrutny, badz mily i uprzejmy. Nie czuje jakbym byla w tobie. Czuje, ze odpoczywam.”

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I was a bit shocked at first, but then I thought “she is so like me”. That song and a whole moment reminded me of two situations from primary school times. First one happened in 4th or 5th grade when we had to draw some grave as a homework for religion class. Not thinking much, I drew my own grave and even made up rhymed inscription which went something like that: “I believed in you, I loved you, and my soul I gave to you.” (it sounds much better in polish). Let me tell you, I had to spend at least 10 minutes convincing my teacher that it’s all very innocent and I do not intend to take my life. Death just seemed very natural to me. We all are going to die after all and not talking about it will not postpone it.

Second incident happened in 6th grade when we had to write essay titled “My encounter with a ghost”. I was very proud of my 23 pages long story of a teenage girl, who went into woods to kill herself but just as she was about to stab herself straight into heart ( I was a bit dramatic then but I was a teenager after all 😉 ), she saw a ghost. I don’t remember details but the ghost talked her out of it. I was very satisfied with my story and was sure to get a high note. But the teacher, despite of being impressed with my writing skills, was not happy with how the story went. My mom was called to school and after talking to me she had to explain that her daughter does not have suicidal thoughts but only vivid imagination  😀 .

I suppose the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree 😉 .

Na poczatku bylam w szoku ale potem pomyslalam ” ona jest taka jak ja”. Cala ta sytuacja przypomniala mi o dwoch sytuacjach ze szkoly podstawowej. Pierwsza zdarzyla sie gdzies w 4-tej lub 5-tej klasie gdy jako zadanie domowe na lekcje religii mialam narysowac grob. Dlugo nie myslac narysowalam wlasny grob i nawet wymyslilam inskrypcje :”W Ciebie wierzylam, Ciebie kochalam i dusze swoja Tobie oddalam”. Wierzcie mi, musialam sie dlugo tlumacz nauczycielowi i zapewniac, ze to zupelnie niewinny rysunek i nie planuje sie zabijac. Smierc po prostu zawsze wydawala mi sie bardzo naturalna. W koncu wszyscy umrzemy i unikanie rozmowy na ten temat tego nie zmieni. 

Drugie zdarzenie mialo miejsce w 6-tej klasie gdy musialam napisac wypracowanie na temay “Moje spotkanie z duchem”. Bylam bardzo dumna z mojego 23 stronicowego opowiadania o nastolatce, ktora postanawia sie zabic w lesie ale gdy juz ma przebic  nozem swe serce (bylam wtedy odrobine dramatyczna, ale w koncu bylam nastolatka 😉 ) , pojawia sie duch. Detali nie pamietam ale duch ja uratowal. Bylam bardzo zadowolona z wypracowania i przekonana, ze dostane wysoka ocene. Jednak na nauczycielce, bardziej niz moje zdolnosci pisarskie, wrazenie zrobila merytoryczna czesc wypracowania. Moja mame wezwano do szkoly, gdzie musiala tlumaczyc, ze corka nie ma mysli samobojczych a jedynie nazbyt wybujala wyobraznie 😀 . 

Wyglada na to, ze nie daleko pada jablko 😉

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