The Fruits of Earth - Part 9
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
Days went by.
I seem to be living a dream. Everything is just wonderful: our rooms, the clothes we wear, the meals they serve us, the lessons, the books I get to read, the long walks in the Villa’s gardens, the evening gatherings…
Oleya and I are now best friends. I misjudged her when we were in the Nursery, she is really very nice. She’s not arrogant at all, she just knows her true value. Nothing wrong in that! We are confidants and we share the same dreams of having a family and do something great with our lives. Her room is right across the corridor from my own and we often get together in the evenings, just to chat or to comb each other’s hair. I appreciate her company very much and she feels the same about me. We even hope to be adopted together, it’s been known to happen before.
Ladeena is no longer with us. She had been moved somewhere else when she refused to participate in the activities at the Villa. In fact, she had only spent a couple of days here, before they took her away. Madam said she was an ungrateful brat and did not deserve to live in the Villa. I’m actually glad she’s gone because she made me uneasy. Ever since our encounter in the shed, she had that special way of looking at me, like we shared a secret or something. She tried speaking to me but I avoided her every time she approached me. I didn’t want the other girls to associate us or to think we are friends.
Without Ladeena we are eight now. It’s like a family and we are like sisters. And Madam is our model, our guiding beacon. She is so kind, graceful and so beautiful. She is stylish and her every move is elegant, her voice is soft and warm and she always has the right reply. Every girl wants to be like her.
I like the other girls and I feel I belong with them. We learn to sing and dance together, we read out loud in the class and recite poetry. We are allowed to get together and try on clothes made from vaporous fabrics. We are allowed to taste infinite numbers of cakes and other sweets treats. We like to assemble in the gardens just before twilight, admiring the sun at the horizon, basking in its orange-red glow.
Nothing is disturbing these sunny days. Our every need and desire are met by the fruit-servants that are assigned to us. They are more than double in number compared to us, so that puts them at our disposal day and night, should we need their assistance.
The supervisors are there with us but we don’t feel their presence. They are only assigned an administrative role. They are discrete in guiding us and we seem like their equals, if not their superiors. We are free, able to develop, to grow into fine women.
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