The Girl who can see beyond

Summary

A young girl with the unique ability to perceive the true nature of people and situations experiences a loss of innocence upon discovering hidden truths about her own family.

Abstract

The narrative centers around a girl who possesses an extraordinary gift: the ability to discern the underlying truths and emotions of those around her, visualizing them as vivid colors and images. Her daily visits to the plaza, where she immerses herself in the sensory experiences and exercises her gift, bring her joy until she begins to perceive the deceit and insincerity lurking beneath the surface. The turning point comes when she senses a profound sadness in her usually cheerful mother and detects a lie from her seemingly affectionate father. This revelation shatters her idyllic perception of her parents and the world around her, leading to a profound personal crisis. Despite her attempts to return to normalcy by frequenting the plaza, the girl is unable to regain her previous sense of joy and innocence, as her gift now reveals to her the pervasive dishonesty and falsehood in her surroundings, including among seemingly loving couples.

Opinions

The girl views her ability to see beyond the surface as a gift that she takes pride in developing.
She believes truth to be pure and necessary for balance, akin to the color white, despite its sometimes unpleasant appearance.
The girl is initially naive, assuming that her mother's sadness is a result of tiredness and that her parents are models of sincerity and love.
The discovery of her parents' hidden emotions and lies leads to a sense of betrayal and a loss of the comfort and peace she once felt.
Her disillusionment extends beyond her family to the entire town, as she realizes that many interactions are tainted by lies, pride, and insincere intentions.
The girl's inability to reconcile her previous perceptions with the new reality leads to a profound sense of emptiness and disappointment.
Writing becomes a form of catharsis for the girl, as she grapples with her changed perspective and the emotional toll of her gift.

Just like any other story, this is about a girl who can see beyond.

She loves to go to plaza every day, stand in the middle, smell the sweet aroma of bread nearby, listen to kids playing while singing chants. Slowly she opens her eyes and sees beyond.

With her vision, she can see truth and lies, love and lust, sincerity and hypocrisy. It comes in different images and colors, just like Love, it is full of colors and glows. Like a beautiful flower garden that captures butterflies in Summer. On the contrary, lust is like rotten fruit, so disgusting you can imagine its smell. Truth, according to her, doesn’t always look so nice. But just like the color white, it keeps the purity and the balance in everything. While lies, she hadn’t seen one.

Since some are hard to identify with mere eyes, often she asks people if her instincts are right. Different people, different faces, different ages, and voila! Most of them are right! Delightful as she is, she continues to hone her skills, or better say, GIFT. Rain or shine, her vision is still as clear as ever. Every day brings new excitement, every day an inch to the gift’s perfection.

One night, after a long day in the plaza, she came home hungry. Excited as she always was, she ran to her mom who’s at that time was cooking for their dinner. Not even so close, she felt sadness.

“It might just because of a tiring day. And why would my mom even feel sad, Mom’s always happy and lively!” she thought. So she went closer. All smiles her mother looked at her and say, “How was your day? Dinner’s about to be ready.”

She saw gloom.

Just about to ask her mom, her dad came in wearing his nice shirt and handsome smile, kissed her mom, and handover the roasted chicken. “That’s from my friend! It’s delicious!” He said.

She saw lies.

Pretending not to be in shock, she ate roasted chicken together with her parents. Both of them smiling, beautifully full of lies and secrets. She saw it all. She can see it all. Yet she didn’t utter a word, not even one. Instead, she acts like she usually does, clean up the table, and went to her room.

“So that’s how gloom looks like. It’s so sad. Terrible, chest pain. Why is this?” she asked. Hardly she breathes, trying to calm her soul. Nothing changed in the room but it slowly feels, so empty. Still trying to comfort her own, she recalls the image of lies. From the depths of her heart’s dire, flow the river of disappointments. “Why?”, she asked.

That night went like forever.

In hopes of pulling her gift back to its normal glow, she went to the plaza the next day. And the next day, and the next, and the next. But it never gets better.

Uncertain of what her gifts have become, she wrote.

“Here I stand right in the middle of what used to be the plaza of my delight. From where I see colors of love, hear waves of laughter and hope, feel comfort, and peace. I now can hear shouts of whispers, hash from every man and woman of this town. Little movements of what I thought was appreciation, but truly were all lies and pride. Lovers being affectionate like they’ll live forever but with so little intention. No. No pure intention at all.”

Then she remembers her mom and her dad’s smile.

Dropped her pen. Sob.