Looks Can Be Deceiving, Staying Quiet Won't Hurt You, but, Silence is More Violence

As the days grow cold and the holidays approach. 

This weather and time of year had always been my favorite. The way the trees begin to turn colorfully dull, yet the snow will eventually cover with the smallest detail of frozen condensed ice, making a white outline in the thin branches, filling with  snowflake's, just gives me memories of when I was younger and New York seems to be larger than life. Filled with decorations, the largest Christmas tree arrives and is the center of lighting up the Rockefeller center. As I watched, the happy couples and families ice skate it was like a fairytale down 5th Avenue. I always wanted to live in Manhattan, start life with the person I love like my parents did. Reality hits, and I'm lucky to like in Brooklyn, which I can say with certainty is up and coming, if not more expensive than the city. It's all about the view. Those things don't matter to anymore. To some it might sound funny, from the hear say. But, growing up I was far from spoiled. My parents worked hard, kindness of weakness was our main problem. People taking advantage of our energy, our connections, and our loyalty to others, no matter where you were from. But, under estimating or challenging our intelligence was something my family is not used to and will take up the offer, at least to get it off your hands. I guess, that's where kindness for weakness comes into play. Lowering our standard to help those whom don't deserve what's coming their way. Guessing, that's where our connections would come into save the day. But, speaks the loudest, money.

My life was peaches and cream, that's something I won't deny but never was I the type of girl to have it all, stuck up, or raised not to share my wealth.

I now see this as a distant memory or more of a feeling, crying when I landed in America, my whole dream fell apart. Last place, I wanted to be was here. No cable, parents crying daily, life savings gone, safety deposit box gone, and a whole lot of things that happened in the duration of my trip I still haven't told anyone back in Brooklyn.

As I got the news I had to leave Europe where I just established life with the man I love. About to start, remodeling the house my grandfather passed away in and trying to start going to the University of Estonia. Loyalty comes into play, the love for religion, the heart and soul of my parents and everything that's comes under them.  So I thought to myself, one last merry go round and life can finally fall in my favour.  I needed to take care of something in Israel for my parents. I mean it would only take a week right. Nothing crazy, back to money and checking around the neighborhood, seeing how my father's friends were doing and how my father's apartment was doing. Hoping no more plumbing problems.

As, I'm in the airport lightly packed, I get stopped in Finland, seems as if over-stayed my visa in Estonia. They wanted me to pay a 5,000 euro fine which in my eyes was not happening, due to the fact of the sound of my mom's voice and the reason I am even going to Israel, the money wasn't even available yet. Thankfully, a woman understood my sorrow and just as I thought I would miss the fight to my father's close friend.

And that's the way the cookie jar opened, and one by one they began to get eaten.
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Enjoy the read. To Be Continued.