Essay About Brendan Smith And Soft Pink Cheeks

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Wild Flower…
“But father I love him!” said Tallulah, which means running water, and ran out of the
tepee. Tallulah ran and ran not seeing the way. Tears were coming from her big brown eyes,
passing soft pink cheeks, falling to the ground. She knew that she will never see her father
again. There was love in her heart for him however the other feeling took over. Tallulah fell on
the ground where green soft grass welcomed her beautiful small body that was gasping for air.
Silk long black as a wing of a raven, hair were all over the face trying to dry the tears that were
not stopping.
Now Tallulah felt free. Free to do whatever she wished however the only thing she
wanted was his love. The love that she met six months ago in the woods, while collecting berries
for her family. It was love at first sight. Tallulah remembered that day like it was yesterday.
His big blue eyes showed unlimited skies and ocean waves. Red hair endlessly played games
with the sun. The lips, color of red wild flowers, spoke sweet words that melted in the air. Light
skin was soft and warm to touch covered big built body that brought Tallulah security and took
fears away. His name was Brendan, Brendan Smith.
Brendan was a soldier that came from Ireland with his father looking for better being.
At his eighteen Brendan knew the rules of life. Even as a soldier it was hard for him to accept
the war and deaths of many innocent people. Brendan got used to seeing Indian people moved by
force from one place to the other. He put himself in their position and imagined what kind of
suffering they are going through but it was not in his power to change anything, to stop the war.
* * *
“Oh Lord, what a beautiful flower you grew on this earth,” said Brendan looking at
Tallulah. She Looked at him and was about to run away but her legs did not listen. “Do not
worry I would not heart you. Just tell me your name.” no answer.
“Fine, dont say a word; just let me look at you. Let me look into your brown eyes. Oh,
they are so pure, I think I am getting lost in them.” Tallulah smiled. “Your smile is full of joy
and innocence,” Tallulah looked down and her cheeks became red. She picked up a basket full
of berries and ran.
“Wait, what is your name oh beautiful flower” but she was already on the other side. The
side of her people. When she stopped and turned around, Brendan yelled “Come back tomorrow,
I will be waiting for you.” She just smiled and ran away.
Brendan did not fall asleep that night. He was still in the woods looking at her. Neither
did Tallulah. She did not say a word during the diner. Her thoughts were flying around the
handsome soldier that took her breath away. She could not wait to see him again.
* * *
Six months past. It was a beautiful spring day. Birds were singing to a beautiful couple
that was walking through green trees that were hundreds years old. They were the only ones
who knew about the love that shared Brendan and Tallulah. Wise trees looked after them and
kept them safe from peoples cruel eyes. They were walking hand in hand, looking into each
others eyes.
“Something is bothering you my dear soul?-asked Brendan.” “Yes, and we need to talk
about it. We love each other so deeply and truly but I cant runaway every day from my town
like that. My father does not like the way I disappear. He is starting to suspect that something is
wrong.” Tallulahs eyes became sad and full of pain. Brendan took her hand and put it on his
heart. “So why dont you tell him about us. I am sure he will understand. We have been
together for six months and love each other endlessly.” Tallulah stopped, her eyes filled with
tears that wanted to burst out. “Father will never understand. I am the only family left after
mother died eight years ago. He will never give me away unless it will be a good Indian boy. If
he finds out that I am seeing a white soldier, he will kill us both. I can not live like that any
more. We have to think of something,” said Tallulah and hugged Brendan so tight like it was the
last time they saw each other. “You can always come and live with us. My father would never
say or do anything to heart you. You know that we have a little house and