This is a tale about the life of Jill.
Well, you can’t call it a story, to be precise. Then again, Jill’s life wasn’t much of a life, to be honest.
Once upon a time, Jill met Jack. They weren’t brother and sister as the silly old nursery rhyme made us believe when we were kids. They were stupid, immature teenagers. And once again, they were NOT brother and sister. But that’s ok, coz Santa Claus, Big Foot and the Tooth Fairy still exist.
Jill was a valedictorian of the class of ’86 and Jack, well, he was a high school drop-out. With his unfair means he eventually became really very rich. They got married in due course. They had a wonderful mansion. It was decorated with beautiful lacy curtains, carpeted hardwood floors, a well maintained lawn, and they even had a washing machine! Soon, Jill gave birth to twin girls. It was a happy moment. But a short lived one. Jack ran off with the nurse who helped her deliver the twins.
But Jill, she was one strong willed person. She promised herself never to let her daughters miss having a father in their lives. She worked very hard. She took Josie to her gymnastics practice and Michelle to her ballet recitals. She was still very beautiful. She still could fit into her 28' pants from four years ago. She was in perfect shape. She went to church every Sunday. She knew God loved her.
One day, she was killed in a road accident. It was the driver’s mistake. He wasn’t drunk. But such accidents happen. Life is strange. Just like that.
It rained very heavily at her funeral. But she wasn’t affected. She was peaceful and dry in her Hardwood Mahogany coffin.
Jack never attended the funeral. He never came. But, the father of her twin girls did. He even brought her gorgeous flowers.
I guess, even posthumously, closure is closure.
The morals of her story are half chanced. So are everyone else’s.