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THE day when old Ida died was terribly hot. She was inthe garden basking inthe sun. The woman didnt notice as she fell asleep. When she woke up she had aheat stroke, and she left this world for good.

Ida had no kids. Her only family was herself and her husband who very soon afterwards found consolation inmarrying apretty young woman. And there was no one tomourn the loss ofhis poor wife.

Ida was kind and caring, never hurting or being mean toanybody, so she found herself inheaven after she died.

At the very moment her soul was no longer caged inthe body, angels came from above toher folding their wings behind their backs. They were watching her with cold blue eyes. The passionless faces ofthe angels were covered inlong white hair.

The angels brushed Idas hair and washed her face. Then they dressed her up inashapeless azure garment, and took wing into the endless blue sky withher.

Ida was very sad when she realized she no longer lived but as she was learning every new thing that was now apart ofher world it came toher gradually that it wasnt all so bad. All she did inher former life was cooking, doing the laundry, taking care ofthe garden, and indulging her lazy husband. Actually, they lived acontented life, never had fights, but werent happy either, since they had no children because the husband never wanted them, and that was Idas biggest concern.

Why should we? We are happy anyway, he often said. Ida, after some grieving, calmed herself and didnt touch that subject for avery long time not tomake her husband angry.

So thats the way they lived, all alone.

They were quite rich and had everything they wanted. But here, inHeaven, she never missed anything from her former life. She could spend days walking around parks filled with wonderful fragrances, feasting her eyes upon waterfalls with splashes shattering into thousands offine diamond drops, enjoying the coolness, the quiet and the birds singing. Ida realized that it was the way the Eternity would last. She saw other people moving slowly, almost floating inthe air. They wore the same shapeless garments and had same passionless expressions on their faces. No one was talking toeach other and Ida, inspite ofwanting so much tospeak toanybody, could not either. However, one day she met aguardian angel from her childhood and came toher inher dreams. He told the woman that he wasnt here just byaccident he was there tofulfill any wish ofhers once inahundred years. Ida was very surprised tolearn that as much as ahundred years have passed since she found herself inheaven. The angel explained that amere hundred years wasnt much for an Eternity.

Yes, you are right, Ida agreed. And my only wish is tohave achance totalk tosomebody. Although, Ialmost forgot that Im talking toyounow.

The only ones you can speak with are myself, and anyone else who wasnt born. You will find them inthe Land ofUnwanted Souls, the angel replied. Its not far from here. Go tothe end ofthis alley until you reach astone ivy-grown grotto, and then enter it and you will get what youve asked for. Now its time tosay good-bye. See you inahundred years, the angel uttered turning into acloud, completely vanishing from sight inamoment.

Ida hurried tothe grotto. She walked past it before since she got tolive inParadise but never entered it. It seemed from the outside that it was pitch dark inside but after walking for alittle while, Ida saw acorridor with alight that grew brighter with every step. At the end ofthe tunnel, Ida noticed atracery wicket. Avast green lawn stretched far away behind it. This is the Land ofUnwanted Souls! Ida realized. She already got used tothe beauty ofHeaven but it was so much more fascinating here: palaces and fountains laid inpure white marble, gazebos offinest crystal with clear water nearby that had golden fishes gliding all around. Toher astonishment, this land was full ofunusual animals, peacefully grazing around exotic plants. She had only few minutes tolook around and enjoy the beauty ofthe Land when all ofasudden she saw acheerful gang ofkids who came running toher shouting Mommy, mommy!. They went Mommy, mommy on and on eagerly as the smallest but agile kid climbed up toher arms inthe blink ofan eye. His fair curls tickled Idas neck. God, was she touched!

The woman was stunned bysuch an unexpected event.

Kids, kids, you must have mistook me for somebody else. My husband and Ihad no kids, Icould only dream aboutit.

Exactly, the oldest boy said, holding his hands behind his back just like her husband, which made him look important.

It was only now that she began looking into the faces ofchildren who were all around Ida hugging her ever tenderly. All ofthem had an amazing resemblance with her husband and herself especially alittle girl with long bending lashes and goldish locks who was aprojection ofwhat Ida was as achild if not her mirror image.

The same oldest boy continued: Dont forget that youre inthe Land ofUnwanted Souls. We all could have been born and be your children, but you and dad thought different, so here weare.

Ida felt asudden grip ofanxiety. She started hugging the kids one byone, and kissing their chubby little hands. Tears gushed from her eyes. How could this be real? These seven wonderful kids could have been hers. Her dream was tospeak with some living soul but now it was as if she grew numb and couldnt say aword.

At the same time, the oldest boy wenton:

We dont even have real names, mom, theyre all conditional. My names Prize, my brothers here are Seth, Brig, Step, the little one inyour arms is Case and my sisters are Solo and Jabot.

Ida kept on crying and instinctively hugging her unborn children.

My poor little babies, she thought. They got nothing, not even real names. They will stay kids forever and wont even know what it is tolive.

Inthe meantime, Solo, the one that had astunning resemblance with Ida, wiped her mothers tears with the edge ofher gown.

Its too bad Iwasnt born, mommy, she muttered. From the Book ofDestiny, that the Emperor ofthis Land keeps, we found out that Iwas meant tobe your favorite daughter Iwould inherit your unsurpassed gift ofcooking. Our Jabot would be the winner ofthe World Beauty Contest, and then areally talented actress. We also read that Seth would have become ascientist, Brig and Step could have been marines, Case would take senators office, and Prize would devote his life toteaching children. You would never have felt sorry about our birth and we wouldnt be much trouble so we could have been agreat family.

Little Case who was meant tobe asenator, added: We know everything about you, Mommy, even what year each one ofus was supposed tobe born, and the reason ofyour unwillingness tohave children. For example, Iwas supposed tobe born inthe time when you were quite ill, but Iassure you that Iwould have been one healthy child and you could have got rid ofyour ailment once and for all. You preferred togo on along tour tothe birth ofthe twins, Brig and Step. Moreover, daddy even broke his leg during that trip. The girls were unwanted because ofthat fight ofyours that nearly has grown into adivorce.

Ida still couldnt make asound. She could only sob gently and listen towhat her might-have-been senator son said.

Seth was left inthis land forever the year the earthquake occurred. Youve been expecting more jolts and destruction instead ofyour son. As for Prize, your older son, the reason why he was never destined tosee the light ofday was ajoke: you won aboat inthe lottery and made up your mind tosail round the world. Youve been preparing for it; youve dreamed about it and still, never made it. The boat spent areally long time inthe shed, and was finally sold with abig discount as not wanted.

Ida looked at her first-unborn with grief. Prize hung his head. There was nothing left from his air ofimportance. His lower lip trembled. He was on the verge oftears. Sisters hurried tocomfort him. Ida, watching this touching scene started tocry again: My poor little babies! What have Ilived my life for?

Suddenly she felt astrong trembling inside. It was so hard that it seemed toher that she got into some deadly centrifuge. After another moment oftrembling she woke up. Her husband, standing beside her, shook her bythe shoulder.

Wake up, darling. Youre all intears. Why dont we get inside, its so hot here now.

Ida was slowly coming toconsciousness.

You must have had abad dream. You better get over it quickly, because Ihave good news for you. Remember, we were downtown yesterday, and Ibought some lottery tickets. And we won! Can you believe that? Come on, guess what itis.

The woman rose herself alittle bit on her elbows and looked at her husband. He was gleaming with happiness.

Its aboat, she said confidently.

How on Earth did you know that? Why, you my sly little baby! Just imagine what agreat life well have. All right, lets get inside.

After saying that, he headed for the house holding his hands behind his back as usual. Ida gently touched her stomach slightly tilting her head as if trying tohear some barely noticeable movements inside and whispered: Ofcourse Ican imagine what agreat life well have. Inany case, we are not going tohave any time for some silly boat.

And thats apromise, Prize!




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