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“I dreamt of a mermaid, Ma. I dreamt that she’s taking me to her purple ocean and
everybody knew me there, and they said they loved me, and loved what I did with my
colors.”

A 6 year old Ginger took her tiny hurried steps, with her little finger tucked to her
mother’s, on the narrow streets that smelled of wet sand and rain kissed lavenders,
which were sometimes enveloped with fragrances of cornflowers and pink daisies, and a
new born moist breeze that would soon leave when this short lived rainy day would have
its silent death.

“But that’s the truth. Everybody will love you. Why do you make yourself surprised?” Ma
looked down at her with a side smile.

“Because I don’t like people. I only like to draw and color, and draw…more and more.” She
was looking at her hands entangling and twisting her own fingers.

—

“Listen. Enough. There’s something else I need to tell you.” Haanz held her hand stopping
her from pulling out another memory.

She looked at him like he had soaked up all the gushing blood in her veins and left them
dry in a split second.

She was somewhere between a helpless cry and a silent revolt when she haphazardly
kept trying to pull one more envelope. Just one more.

“Its about your mother Ginger. Trust me! ” Haanz shook her with his voice, that managed
to stay as calm as before but assertive.

“I want to tell you about the Secret of Happiness.”

Chapter 9