Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Day 352 – It’s back


Today was suppose to be a special day. Ephia and I were supposed to have fun building and painting in the morning and after her nap to go visit a birthday girl, my mom,  who was expecting us with cake and goodies. Nothing of the above happened.

My friend the pain, the pain that is present in these writings maybe more often than it should, the pain that I describe here, here, here and especially here, the pain who I thought has left me for good, has come back to knock on my door. Maybe it sensed that we were supposed to have too much fun today, or maybe I just ignored the bed too much lately and I need it a reminder of where it is.

No worries, I said to myself, I’ll just hit the horizontal for a while and still be up for some fun tonight. Ephia followed me in bed, tucked me and herself in and started to make faces at me, trying to make me smile. After a while, her fingers were strolling through my hair and as I looked into her eyes I got a smoochy on the nose. My little miracle maker. Feeling better and confident I decided to get out of bed and proceed with the preparations for tonight. Bad mistake! As soon as I dared to get out of bed for more than twenty minutes, my friend, the pain struck again, this time with no intention of letting me relax. So, dinner was cancelled, the birthday girl came to us, and all in all, although I could only watch the fun and not participate, everyone enjoyed their evening.

These being said, with the house sitting in complete silence, the pain is calling me into a land of dreams and promisses me that if I follow it, it will release me from its force. So, goodnight everyone! Time to feel better!

About the author

Ela Vasilescu

I’m a writer based in Florence, Italy.

Human nature inspires me, different cultures, traditions, folk stories and the differences which make us unique. Documenting stories is a privilege, a glimpse into humanity, an unforgettable experience, one which I embrace and honour every day.

If you have a story twitching in the back of your pocket, one that is ready to be told, shared and heard, chances are I will be ready to listen; so don’t hesitate to send me an email.

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By Ela Vasilescu
Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu