Mr. Garret’s eyes were raged with scorn and they had exhorted only the truth, though Eleanor was yet to believe this disgusted sentence of his yet she was ready for the pervaded answer that may result in such pang.

“This is a joke, isn’t it?” asked Eleanor.

“I wish for it to be a joke dear but it is not, I do not hold any worse intention to ruin your bliss of heaven yet it is true,”

Eleanor was not in a position to speak, it would still be her murmur or perhaps trifling words.

“Please, there is no need for you to say a word, I understand your depredation, perhaps I must cease my words, this is no time for such conversation of calamities,”

“No, you must tell me at the current moment!” Her words had intended her emotions yet her eyes as if she was well prepared for the answer that could very well make such pang pervade her.

“Very well then but I fail to discern my availability to speak such a harsh matter so I will be writing it for you.” Eleanor concurred with his proposal, he felt the tears bearing down and the sadness prevailed.

“Once My Mother told me a story when I was 8 Years Old, a traumatic one I must say from which I would never ever be able to convalesce as I had concealed upon my heart, perhaps this story is for later part, now I must reveal my story. You must go back with me to America.

My father, what can I say, was a very intellectual man but his words were always regarding not giving your trust in a sense of being browbeaten into believing most of the acts of The Government, he abhorred corruption and whatnot and was in the act of fighting against persons with such interests. Now Let me demonstrate why he had decided to run away from America, The fact that he was providing such ideas to many a people and those people had tended to stand up against the local government, did not sit well with them and they tumbled upon a plan to make him a redundant to the society and to let him meet his death soon enough. But with the help of God, he found success in tackling the Assassins, though the government found quite a lot of success as well as they had intimidated my Father and with the advice of Other Uncles he evinced the idea of coming to Europe. Now I do not blame him for this act, perhaps I am well thankful for that as if he had not turned to Europe then I would not have come into existence as he found my mother here in England, Norwich. Ah, I must say her beauties, the way my father had described her young attributes I could only imagine an angel. When he tumbled upon the land of Norwich he only found Chaos in front yet he decided to run where the aroma of Norwich would take him and he did manage to settle in a small village, perhaps it perceived to him with such calmness, of course, he was fated to find corruption here as well but now he seeks peace, so he took up a little cabinet for his stay. One Day when the sun was setting on Greenland he decided to have a walk as he had loved the disappearing light of the sun. There when he surpassed a Church and persons with beliefs he tumbled upon a vast land awash with greenery as if it had never faced any dilapidated moments, and could only present the prosperous view. He walked in the land, lost in reverie and withered with awe for great admiration, though his little tour was adjourned by an unknown person, a caretaker.

“I am afraid sir that you cannot proceed further as this is private property,”

“Oh I am so sorry, I will not disturb you anymore,” With those words he turned to leave the place but then he was met with such a presence that no man could ever forget, he beheld a tall lady with a face that once seen then it will invite you to look again, her hair, though it was covered with the summer hat yet in his thoughts he had imagined her hair, as perfect as it could be, her eyes concealed by such feeling of such lugubrious yet she had greeted him with her gorgeous smile.

“Who are you might be? Ah! Are you here to collect flowers?”

He failed to mutter a word still she had taken him under her guidance and took him inside the garden.

“Had the caretaker said anything to you?”

“Ah No… No, he had not said anything to me,”

“Oh, I was worried that he had somewhat upset you, and for that you were leaving early so What kind of flowers were you asking?”

“Ah, I am so sorry but I suppose you are confusing me with someone else,”

She turned with her utmost shock and she made a very sensible leer to him.

“What?” her voice scarce of her shock, my father urged to say no more.

“You could have informed me earlier, Mister!”

“I…. I am sorry for that,”

She took a moment and waited for her calmness to return as she took a deep breath and ventured to speak further.

“Well, Do You Wish To buy some flowers?”

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Her request that he could not reject, it was a battering of guilt perhaps, and he was forced to buy some flowers.

“The person that was supposed to be instead of you was coming to buy flowers in bulk but I suppose he has met with some hindrances, we have to sell all of our flowers,”

“Why is that?”

“Because this garden will perish forever,”

“I am so sorry to hear that, your garden is such a beauty, it would be such a waste,”

“I know but it is the last option for us, anyhow Here are your flowers sir, Take Good Care of Them.”

“I will, Thank You.”

Though it was not their last interaction I suppose describing further would be such a trifle but let me say this, my father held no resistance to buying flowers every single day and soon enough they were in a similar reverie of love. Now I must take it further, they were happily married and my mother, had two lands one that I had informed you, the garden, and one that was situated behind her house, She was a farmer, a very successful farmer perhaps, and my father had decided to help her in this business and so they spent next 2 years in peace but then they found a certain monster, my sister Ivy, oh how dearly I missed her, How dearly I missed her sweet voice and her diminutive eyes as they got sparkled every time she had saw me, her little acts that represent her love, I missed her very much. Perhaps I should not dwell on her memories and instead, I should take my story further, 7 Years later I was given birth as well, I was perceived with joy and my parents thought of me as their lucky charm. I grew up in a very good situation yet when I turned 8 My Father decided to shift to America, ah where I witnessed the demise of my happiness. My Uncle had wished for my Father’s Presence and his family as he had found no such troubles anymore there for my Father, so he concurred and returned. I must mention the reaction of certain people, My Sister, held no laud for this decision and showed her utmost sadness as I knew about her relationship with a fine Man, Winston. Oh, I wonder what has become of him after Ivy’s Death? I had tried my best to have some conversation with him yet I had not heard a single information worth a penny. I do not blame him though for dilapidating himself as I had only spotted his love for my sister and perhaps the shock of her death may have been too much a burden for himself. Now we were greeted well when we returned to America, I had found a nice friend there, well my cousin Theo, he was such a nice boy, 2 Years Younger than Me and we had always played together. My sister thought she was sad but she had written and received letters quite often from her lover after some years she had found a new sweetheart here in America but just a year before the cruel incident Ivy had returned to England and found Winston once again. We had a peaceful time in America, my father had managed to have a job, a very decent job if I say, though as time grew so as my Uncles grew apart from us and they often had a massive argument once every week but I was quite fortunate enough that it had not mended my relationship with Theo as we continued to greet each other with our utmost care. Now I have my regrets and apologies for what I am about to say, it is something that I wish that had never occurred ever yet it did regardless. When I was 14 My parents had decided upon the future of my sister and myself as they had opened a shop and it was quite prosperous but soon it became much trouble for us as in the land where they had opened the store, my father only had the possession of one-third of the land and he had such dilapidated relationships with my Uncles that caused more trouble as they had rejected to receive the money my father was offering, instead they wanted to put the store to ruins, I suppose that was due to jealousy. So one night Theo had asked for my presence for the cause of having some fun and so I was quite a boy that never had intended to prevent such moments so I went forward with that but when we returned to my home I was met with such horrific and catastrophic act. I had found my mother, my eyes were in utter shock, I found her lying dead! And the four eyes that did not notice me were of my Uncles, at first I thought my mind was betraying me and I had formed this all chaos onto my mind but when I saw one of my Uncles as he mounted my father with a sharp knife in his hand.

“Look, Dear Brother, you will understand when you see your own family destroyed!” One of my uncles held my father’s hair and threw a punch in his face. He begged and shed tears yet it was not sufficient for them. I heard my father’s diminutive quivering as he proceeded with their evil plan though before he could sprout his fingers onto him I had managed to get a hold of a needle of embroidery, I suppose there is no need to display the disgusting scene of defence but I must tell you that I had killed one of my Uncles and my father had murdered another. Ah, my mother, I could never forget her face, her lifeless face as she lay still with no movement to stare and no provincial accent, I was so accustomed to surveying my mother that I had forgotten about Theo. His eyes as he walked in the house after hearing the chaotic sounds, raged with tears, repellent, anger! He murmured words before accusing me of murdering his father. I did not blame him while I had the knowledge that he was unaware of his father and Uncle’s intentions so he acted upon his anger as he jumped toward me, Though my father handled him and struck him at his head, Theo lay unconscious, though everything was such a trifle for me at the time in front of the disgusting view of my mother but I still remember what my father had said to me after the incident, he sat down and asked for myself. I was in no avail to hold back my tears as I walked to him.

“Now Listen to me very carefully dear,”

I looked at him yet my words had failed to sprout.

“You will not speak with anyone regarding this, you will not, never!”

“Father, we must inform this to the authority,” I somehow encouraged myself to speak.

“I will but not you,”

“What Do You Mean?”

“Listen, Son, I want you to be gone from here and never look back, you should stay away from here, and go to your sister or anywhere that comes to your liking, you must do that otherwise my family will have no future to look upon,”

I had understood his words, yes my mind was dubious about his plan and if I had any high authority then I would have attempted to prevent this outcome, but at the time I had none.

“Father, let us all vanish together,” Said I as my voice trembled.

“If I go with you then they will never cease their search for us and that will tatter your life for good, I want you to live in peace, boy, now get out of here and when you meet your sister then please tell her the truth, I do not want her to have any obnoxious idea for me!”

Now after that, there is not much to say for me, You have my apologies if I had not written it in a good manner for I have gone against my interest to write it, I had no intention of discussing this matter, and now I suppose I must lay my pen to rest.”