What Time Reveals (An Older Fiction Story I Wrote)

       "It was beautiful and sad at the same time. Rubble was picked through, and the salvageable reused. Debris was then cleared away, making room for new to begin, hope to be built again. I still saw the former glory of the old place though, and hoped that somehow this reconstruction would reveal it again. ", said the old woman in a sad tone that now revealed hope.

         “I was only a child of four at the time, but I could still see the worth in the old town, in the events happening. I knew it would be a big deal. I watched as memories were cleared away and replaced, and as I did, I found myself wondering what new memories would be made. I began considering the new places, as I wondered if any toy stores would be built(I was four). Would there be gardens, new flowers and trees to enjoy, to play around? My curious little mind ran away with itself, excited at the new worlds being made before my eyes." , said the old woman, as wonder and light filled her old eyes from the child still very much present.

         The old woman continued, " Time went by and so did I, every chance I could, to see hope built once more as the city was remade. It was better than before even! Shops made themselves known, trees(and yes gardens) were flourishing! Toy stores popped up, teasing the children with their newest offers, and I got a front row seat! This old town, built magnificently, destroyed by hate through war, rose in life and love to live again! This town I eventually became the mayor of as I came of age. There was an election, a celebration, and a ceremony with it all! At twenty years of age, the four year old excitement and hope bubbled in me as the town council handed me not only a key to the city, but a surprise picture taken of me when I was five, watching the town being built! They handed me the beautiful picture, made even more breath taking by it's excellent frame it was placed in! 'Just a small token of my affection. ' , they said, as they smiled with such gratitude for the generous contribution our family made to rebuild the town that was precious to me.”

        The old woman, smiling with a joy that came from another time, as she recalled the events, concluding, " This is the town you both now live in, that your mom is now the mayor of, and why it's as important as it is. This is why she preserves the town, and works as hard as she does to keep it up...for you.", the old woman, the grandmother, said to her grandkids, " For we were almost destroyed by hate, this town in the process, as Jewish people, like us, were nearly destroyed.", said grandma Ruth.

       I was amazed at the story she told then, the story I remember still, and tell now, to our kids. The one that shows what time reveals: that love cannot be destroyed by hate.

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