• Lorna Ilena Bussue

The Pearl

Emeralda was thrust into a world which she believes is seldom seen and appreciated. This scene became a priceless part of her fond memories and gave her a friend worth much more than a king's ransom.

It was just an ordinary Friday evening that she and her friend decided to patronize one of the local restaurants on the island. During their time there, she was able to observe her friend's reaction to everything. She realized that she was a very sensitive, honest and kind hearted person, simply by the way she handled the bill and tipped the waitress. Emeralda soon realized that she also loved the simple life of being around those whom she loved. As she talked and later danced her eyes spoke what was in her heart. A heart that had thrown off inhibitions in her present company and allowed her to enjoy herself without fear of being judged. They were living on a plain that they had created, one that defied negativity. Emeralda loved her open mindedness and her spirit of sheer enjoyment of life. At that moment her spirit touched Emeralda's spirit and she knew she had a friend for life.

The meal could be deemed an ordinary one, as it consisted of food that Emeralda ate on a regular basis. However, she considered it one of the best meals and the best evenings in her entire life. There is an indescribable quality about others that sometimes makes one feels not only at ease but tend to boost the self esteem. Emeralda captured that feeling from her friend whom she believed had no idea of what that social evening meant to her. The quality of the evening was in the quality of her friend's presence.

This led her to conclude that when an oyster's shell is opened and there is a pearl, it should be treasured, as finding a natural pearl in the wild is a rare occurrence.


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