Part 5 in the Helena Series
“Ohhh,” Helena and Marlon sighed as the most radiant sun they had ever seen, appeared before them.
They gazed at the sun to see it transform into a smiling woman’s face so full of love that it brought tears to their eyes. A warm and gentle voice spoke.
“Dear children, I am called Tamar. Please, come closer.”
The two friends did as they were asked.
“My name is Helena,” Helena said without the slightest hesitation.
“And I am called Marlon,” Marlon added with equal enthusiasm.
“Yes, I know, my little wise ones. I have been watching you from above since the day you were born.”
“Were you expecting us, Tamar?” Helena asked.
“Yes, I was indeed. Just as humankind has been expecting me for thousands of years.”
“So, you are the long-expected Sun,” Helena said to her own surprise, as the words did not feel as if they were her own.
“Yes, I am,” Tamar replied, “and to the ancients I am also known as Sirius.”
Remembering this part of the story hit Giuseppe hard. Once again, he recognized the allegory that the story formed with his own real-life love story. As tears streamed down his face, he swallowed to clear the lump in his throat and continued to recollect Bee’s story.
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Bianca said as she stood up and left the cafe terrace with a curt “goodbye”.
“Bye,” Giulia replied blinking her eyes to hold back the tears.
She watched her best friend walk down the street until she turned the corner at the other end of the square in the little Italian town where they both lived. Unable to enjoy the warm spring sun on her face, she looked back on the conversation that had ended only minutes ago. Why had they gotten so angry at each other, she asked herself. What had started as their weekly get-together, had turned into a quarrel over nothing, leaving both of them feeling hurt.
The gentle rays of a wintry sun reached into the bedroom and caressed Giuseppe’s face. Giuseppe slowly opened his eyes and realized where he was.
“Argh,” he groaned, tired from a long and sleepless night.
It felt as if he had fallen asleep only five minutes ago after tossing and turning for seven hours on end. He rubbed his eyes that were dry and swollen from the tears he had cried. Yesterday evening’s text message had really sunk in, stirring up emotions that he had thought to be a thing of the past.
I must have been about four when I was introduced to the phenomenon of regeneration. At the time, I was on holiday with my family in a resort in Coya, near the mining village of Sewell in Chile where we lived. We were walking from our apartment to the swimming pool when we spotted some skinks on a sun-drenched wall. I can’t remember how it happened, but one of them lost its tail. My brothers and I were a bit saddened by this until my mum pointed out that this was the skink’s protection against predators and that it would eventually grow a new tail.