Fairy Tale

Warmth.
There once was this woman who was cleaning her attic.
As she complained to herself about the dust, her allergies were acting up in responce, and she was frusterated. when she was frusterated, she would clean. so she found herself up in the attic, cleaning away the cobwebs and dust from boxes that were long closed. she sneezed, closing her eyes, and her hand fell on a box, and her fingers were instantly gritty. Damn, she thought, pulling her hand away slowly, and opened her eyes. it was a perfectly normal looking box, but her heart flickered suddenly as she realised she was gazing upon the box that her mother had stored up here so long ago.
the woman opened the box with careful fingers, fingers that were primed for wiping baby tears and checking the temperature of soup on a cold day. she smiled as she looked upon the love letters that her father had drawn out for her mother, sealed with tears, kisses and love. the faint scent of her mother's perfume swirled lazily up at her. the smile grew larger and more melancolic as she plunged her hands in, feeling the crisp and thin papers. underneath these, she found ribbions that she recoginised from her young days, still clinging to a strand of soft brown hair. she sighed and dug deeper.
her hand brushed against something soft and warm. she wrapped her fingers around it and pulled it out gingerly. it was a ball of light green yarn. she smiled at it, looking it over. her heart suddenly was no longer melancoly from the feeling of having to say goodbye to her parents. she was so fasinated by the ball of yarn she didnt even question where it had come from. she merely stood up, grabbed her cleaning surprizes and descended the latter.
She placed it on the kitchen counter, and started to boil the pasta, occasionally turning to pause and stare at the light green ball of yarn.
at exactly five, her daughter walked in the house, forgetting to take off her shoes as always and clunking through the house to get to her room. she stopped short at the sight of the yarn.
"Why is there a random ball of yarn on the table?"
her mother exsplained she had found it in the attic.
"Looks like you can knit a really good blanket out of it," her daughter said.
the mother smiled and told her to take it. her daughter grinned and grabbed it eagerly, not noticing how her mother winced. surely a ball of yarn as prestty as that one should have been handled gingery.
The daughter started the blanket that night, sitting in front of the Tv, counting stiches and thinking pensivly about what accesories she should get the next day at the mall with her friends.
the yarn was smooth on her fingers, and soon she was sleepy. She put the yarn aside and went up to her room, and checked her email for the last time. a message told her that the cute guy from chemistry class had asked her friend about her. she smiled.
the daughter fell asleep with the cute guy from chemistryclass's smile in her mind's eye. For some reason, she felt extremly content and fell asleep immedieatly.
The rest of the school year raced though spring and the blanket was finished before the year ended. the daughter enjoyed stretching out on it in the grass at the park with her friends, and blew dandilion seeds around. her friends has larged smiles also as they rolled around on the blanket that warmed their stomachs. The cute guy from chemisty class was around a lot now, making friends with the group that were all going to college together.
Graduation came, and the mother watched her daughter walk across the stage and recieve her dipolma. after hugging her, realising her heart was breaking, she escaped for a second saying she had to use the bathroom, and made her way to the car to gather herself together. she wiped her eyes on the soft light green blanket, and her tearing heart seemed to seal.
Two months later, the daughter moved into her dorm room. as her father moved boxes in, he felt void being placed in his heart. he reached into the box he was carrying and pulled out the light green blanket, and spread it out on her already made bed. he prayed she would find a new home here. The cute guy from high school chemistry class popped his head in, and the father told him that his daughter was out getting boxes from the car.
The cute guy from high school chem class started to be around a lot more. he leaned over and kissed the daughter one day as they sat on the light green blanket as they sat studying in a field.
Love made the days brighter for the daughter, and she would call home grinning and gushing about the day she had, how cute she was, how much she missed them, and how much she needed a home cooked meal. the days seemed to grow shorter and shorter, as time doesnt wait for love to fully bloom through the days,and days can never seem long enough. with the relationship came the fair share of fights, kisses, butterflies, flowers and good times.
the heat started kicking on in the dorms, and the daughter got a new comfertor and folded up the light green blanket. she put in on top of her closet shelf. and the relationship started going stale.
she would complain, he would ignore her. she would beg him to come home with him, he would declare he was going to his house that weekend. he would snap, she wouldnt talk to him for weeks. her tears flowed, and he seriously consitered breaking it off as he sat next to her, feeling only annoyance.
she called home, and when asked about him by her mother, she made some stupid excuse that he was busy with school work. her mother senced the sadness in her voice, and couldnt help but know that love doesnt end well most of the time.
He didnt call for a week. She hardly left her room. in a rage she through her comforter on the ground. in a depression she took her light green blanket off her closet shelf and wrapped herself in it.
her mother sat at home, thinking of her dead parents who were together for sixty years, fighting, bickering, but ultimatly, loving. though times were tough, the couple never gave up. they grew with eachother, got married, raised children, and grew old together. when she died, he followed three weeks later because he couldnt bare to live without her. if she could make it with her husband, why wasnt there a chance for her daughter?
The days went byslower and slower, and she felt him slipping away. with him, she slipped away inside of herself. she wrapped herself in the light green blanket and closed her eyes, praying for the pain to be taken away. it was cold, different, and alien to her soul. she couldnt bare it, she couldnt. please make it go away. please-
a knock on the door. she sat up slowly, looking at the door with surprize as she heard her name.
"please open the door."
she walked open and opened the door. he saw her standing there with sad eyes, wrapped up tightly in the light green blanket.
"i miss you." he told her quietly. she looked up into his eyes, searching to make sure it was the truth. it was.
the next time she called her mother, the smile was back.
The blanket went on to live in a new house, on a new bed that the daughter and her new husband shared. soon, the blanket even wrapped nicly around a new baby boy.
it goes to show you, when something passed on is taken to heart, used, and appreciated, that something can stay around forever. the blanket that was tainted with love went on to taint the little house, and taint the lives of the family forever.