Every year she would visit her grand-uncle who lived in a quaint, sleepy little village, a couple of hours drive away from the nearest McDonalds, just to give you an idea.
She loved visiting her grand-uncle. She loved the slow paced, laid-back lifestyle. She loved how everyone knew everyone. She loved the sounds of nature she rarely heard; birds of all sorts singing happily, butterflies and trees whispering in the wind. At nights she loved looking up at the jet black sky, dotted with clear sparkling diamonds winking down at her.
One day, her family sold their house and went off on an around the world cruise, leaving Monique to decide what she wanted to do. Her kind grand-uncle invited her to stay with him, and she thought it was a wonderful idea.
Now, at first Monique really enjoyed her time in the little village. She woke up to the sounds of chirping birds and she went to sleep with the stars shining down. It was a content situation.
Several months went by and Monique's cousin asked her down to the city to celebrate World Hat Day. As soon as Monique stepped out of the bus, a wave of nostalgia hit her. The busy streets. The mega-shops. The people who walk on by without even caring about her existence. It was a familiar feeling.
She spent a happy weekend with her cousin. At the end of the trip, her cousin offered Monique the spare room indefinitely should she ever be back in town. As Monique got back onto the bus, she reminded herself of the joys the countryside had to offer.
During her 5hour ride back to the village, Monique fell asleep and started to dream. In her dream she was walking on a road, a road that lead her to a t-junction. There were signs pointing in opposite directions. To the left, the road to her grand-uncles village; to the right, the road that led to the City.
Monique didn't know which road was meant for her.
1 comment:
Monique should go to KL.
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