Happy birthday, Sis. Part3

My first time in “Golab darre” and It was such a cold wet weather that every body started complaining very quickly. We walked upward a little like an hour or less and we reached to a very small place that we could get hot tea if it wasn’t an unpleasant weather but we were lucky that the guy was sleeping in his small cabin so that we could wake him up for a tea and hot water. He gave me a bottle and asked me to fill it up if I wanted him to boil it for me. All the guys were talking and joking so I was the only poor Cosette who had to go and fill the bottle from the source among the snow. It wasn’t far away though.

We had the tea and we headed up after that but our clothes and socks were all wet and we were extremely cold. After about half an hour we saw a bower and we decided to stay under the bower and make our fire. I could see a small house close to the bower so after unsuccessfully trying to fire our wet coal we decided to take a look inside the house. There were 3 men in the house and also a fire place and they kindly offered us to go in and warm ourselves up. Finally we went in by turn, four or five people at each time to dry our clothes and warm ourselves. We took the flame from them and lightened our fire and started to put the chickens onto sticks. Everybody brought chicken two or three times more than what they actually needed because they thought that there might be someone who didn’t bring any. In brief it was a lot of food that took hours to be eaten. The trip started to be very fun. I went inside the house with my sister and two other guys plus the new dude. We started talking for the first time and we exchanged our names and some information and I realized that he is in our school a year older than me and almost has the same birthday as me. I noticed his nice smile with all of his well-arranged teeth. I burned my socks while we were talking.

I don’t recall how we got to the subject of broken legs and head and everybody was telling their stories about how they broke their leg or hand and in my turn I said I have never had a broken part in my body, and then he jumped in and asked :" not even your heart?" And I thought for a few seconds and confidently answered:"No, not even my heart". I believe that was the time when he decided to break my heart so that I would have a broken part in my body like other people and I wouldn’t run out of broken-part-stories in such occasions. I have to admit that my heart was so soft that it took 6 years for him to be able to break it in pieces.

This picnic was one of the most amazing trips I ever had during my school time. I discovered many of my current best friends which was the best outcome of a single day. I am glad I kept the memory fresh in my mind every year because it was my sister’s birthday, and of course the day I met the first man I truely loved, but hopefully not the last.

I am sorry it was not a story worthy of sharing with other people; I did decide and like to write it down, while I am trying hard to forget all about it, because I believe it lays here forever so I can get over it without any concern.