5. Judgement

Since I don’t think I explained it correctly last chapter, let me clarify: Lily sees every flower blue, but at the same time she knows which colour it really is. For example, she sees a blue rose, but instantly knows it’s a yellow rose. If asked which colour it is, she’ll say blue (her hallucinations are in shades from white to a dark blue, almost black) but if she were to draw the flower, she’ll use the real colour. I’ll put the real colour of the flower in square parentheses if I know I won’t be able to make Lily say it. This note will be deleted once I have properly conveyed this concept through the story.

I sat on the couch as I drew the beautiful blue orchid I saw at the entrance of my house. Today was very cold, so dad gave me a warm blanket and was preparing me some hot chocolate, even if he was busy. He and mother were talking in the kitchen with Ashley, who came to visit us a merry christmas. I found it a bit strange, it was still a long way before christmas, I think.

During the past seven days (which I discovered was how many days were in a week!) I spent a lot of time with mom and dad going around town while holding hands, buying cute clothes and undergarments, visiting the zoo and lunapark and watching films at the cinema while eating popcorns. Mother cooked various delicious things for me, which she said were quite healthy and useful for my recovery. Still, every day I had to make various exercises, like jogging, lifting weights and stretching, and also visit Ashley.

When I first came back home, it felt so familiar and yet so different that I was disoriented. The only thing that hadn’t changed a bit was my room, or so mom said. Even though I had my own room, I’ve only been sleeping in the big bed with mom and dad, they were the ones to ask me to do so, but frankly, I didn’t want to sleep alone. I was sure I’d remember john. Olly said to forget about John and Carl, she said some guy called S. Tate already took care of them and that I’ll never see them again.

I paid a visit to Olly yesterday, dad brought me to her house. It was really big! It had a spacious kitchen which also doubled as a dining room, two bedrooms, one with a big bed, like the one in mom and dad’s room, while the other was half the first’s size. The guest room, how Olly called it, was quite clean with everything being in order, but it lacked that personal touch you’d feel in other people’s rooms. Other than a big brown wardrobe and a white bedside table with a metallic-coloured lamp on it, there was only the gray bed and pillow along with a medium-sized window that showed the backyard.

Olly’s room was quite messy. The dull magenta coloured blanket over the bed was still tangled and all over the place over the mattress. Some clothes were on the floor and a door of the white wardrobe (which occupied an entire wall) was open. There was an identical bedside table on each side of the bed, both an aquamarine green, with a vibrant green lamp, along three books, on one and some photos and knick-knacks, along with an ashtray and a pack of cigarettes, on the other. Gray curtains hid a big window behind, this one offering a better view of the garden in the backyard.

There was also a laundry room, two bathrooms and a studio. Like me, Father commented how big the house was after we went through the garden to the relatively small training hut carpeted with a strange floor that seemed straw. Olly made a strange smile and said that it was mostly her parents’ money. I saw various white heather flowers on the floor, but kept quiet. Ashley told me that the flowers I saw were special, only I could see them, so even if I asked other about it, they wouldn’t understand. It was a bit sad seeing them get carelessly crushed by others, though…

I was made to practice a few “forms” of some martial arts along with particular stretches I hadn’t done before. I was quite tired by the end of it all, but Olly seemed perfectly fine. She said I had to repeat what I did today in addition of my exercises of rehab and that next week she’d see how much progress I made. After that, we said our goodbyes and dad took me home. On the way back, dad bought me a strawberry-flavoured milkshake, as a thank you I sat on his laps perpendicularly to him and gave him a peck on the cheek. I heard some passersby whispering, but I didn’t care in the least, I rested my shoulder on dad’s chest and my head on his shoulder as I drank the milkshake and he patted my head.

Since I had finally finished my drawing, I got up and walked to the kitchen to show it to mom and dad. Ashley too. Entering the spacious kitchen, I saw the three adults sitting by the aisle near the backdoor. The door was directly facing our small garden, which had bushes on all the other three sides, many different species of flowers, a white metallic table with a strange motif and five white metallic chairs with the same motif. The aisle in the kitchen was surrounded by six wooden tall chairs and had an assortment of fruits, utensils and decorations on top. Even though there was an aisle, there was still quite enough space to walk around in front of the stove, the fridge and the sink.

The stove top and the sink were both connected, some space was between them, but there were also an oven, a dishwasher and various cabinets in this framework. I wondered how this structure was called. Over them, there were even more cabinets above all of that, excluding the part over the stove top, were an exhaust hood was placed. Apart from the metallic-gray fridge, every furniture’s colour was a combination of shades of nut/cream tones.

Mom, dad and Ashley were chatting while drinking some coffee and when I took a seat near mom, she said that I had perfect timing. Confused, I tilted my head to the side. Mom put her hands on my cheek and brought her face near mine before giving me a kiss on the forehead and on a cheek. As she leaned back I saw a little tear forming in her eyes, but mom quietly and discretely wiped them away. Dad began explaining to me why mom had said such a thing.

Apparently, the three of them were about to come in the living room to tell me about the fact that starting from next monday I was going to receive private tutoring until I had the needed knowledge to enroll in a school appropriate for my age.

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