Fateful Encounter
Once upon a time, there was an old story my grandmother used to tell me.
"My dear child, if you found a dandelion field when the sun kissed the horizon, never make a wish."
"But, why? Won't the gods hear me if I did that?" I questioned in my sleepy voice.
"They would. They would always hear such a lovely child like you. But there was once a forgotten god who led people astray. The field is nothing but a hoax that will entrap you for all eternity," she whispered.
"Are you talking about demons, Grandma? No god'll burden his people like that," I replied.
"Maybe it wasn't a god, maybe it is the devil himself,"
Those words still echoed in my head after two decades of waiting for that dandelion field. Year after year, all the enthusiasm was drained by a certain reality.
"This god forsaken place! Why doesn't it just disappear?" I exclaimed after I chugged a whole can of beer.
Dandelions, whatever, the devils even fear me. I am now suffering my 5th year of misery as a corporate slave, earning money to keep living. Curse all those mythological gods! Curse all those fairy tales! Who said that after I graduate and have a degree, I'll live in luxury? Pathetic! Only those silver-spooned brats can climb up the ladder while we suffer underneath them.
"The rich get richer, while the poor die poor," I cried.
I am currently celebrating my 5th job resignation. I only wanted a salary-competitive, with a fair environment, these days. Why is the world so unfair? If not for my low birth, then my oh-so-average IQ, or maybe, my unmodified exotic beauty, and if not the plain-faced issue, I am too pretty to attract every bee in the community. The heck is wrong with society?
"If the male CEO got attracted, it is my fault because of my voluptuous body, but if I don't present myself enough, I am bringing bad luck?" I shouted.
I am barely holding on to the side of the road railings and shouting in the sun that's about to set. I cried and cried, but nobody cared about a stranger who had lost her mind and was drunk.
"If I ever get to wish to that freaking god of dandelion sunsets! I want to reincarnate in a place where my only problem is how to spend all my money, and a certain god is overly obsessed with me, so that even a simple misstep can lead to my money increasing tenfold!"
"But, why reincarnate?" a little boy asked.
"Why? Because my life is too wasted to be revived with money and imagining how I suddenly got all of it, I'll be enjoying the rest of my life in prison. I need to start anew. I'll begin my life without regrets this time!" I proclaimed proudly.
"I don't quite get it, but I do love the title of God of Dandelion sunsets. Then, last question, why am I a freak?" he asked subtly.
"What?"
After those words, I found myself standing in a dandelion field. The breeze is cold. Yet, warm air touches my skin as the last rays of the sun set on the horizon. A sudden chill reminds me of my grandmother's story before.
“My dear child, if you found a dandelion field when the sun kissed the horizon, never make a wish.”
"Well, how should I call you, blessed one who piqued my interest?"
