Meet Fiona

For this section of my blog, “Created” I want to share with you other peoples’ stories. We all have a story and we all want to be known. I asked my first person who was created by our creator what her best memory was and she gave me the following depiction.

A 20 Something Chinese Woman’s Best Memory

In the summers of the countryside of China a young girl of five lies under a fruit tree in their expansive backyard listening to her older sister of eleven talk about her school experience. The younger sister, Fiona rattles off a billion questions to her sister Nancy because she is curious of what awaits her in school.

Fiona described this memory so that any listener would feel like they are stepping into her personal memory.

The yard was big and had a lot of pear and apple trees, and a vegetable and fruit garden. Fiona said, “the atmosphere was good…” and “it was cool under (the) tree”. Fiona and her sister would climb the trees, ride bikes and play hide-and-seek to occupy themselves while their parents were busy working and earning money to give them a better life. Sometimes, when they were riding, Fiona commented that her sister would “beat her”.

“Beat her”

I asked her, “What do you mean when you say she beat you?”

She would, “ride over rock….” and I would say “ow my a– (bottom)”.

I chuckled at her response.

In the evenings in this same spacious yard they would climb the tall jungle gym like trees and see the stars.

“Sweet fruits and grass” 

After running around and becoming tired, Fiona and Nancy would lie under the shade of a tree to rest, sing, talk or sleep while smelling the surrounding environment of flowers, sweet fruits and grass. Fiona commented that it was Nancy who taught her music. Sometimes under this tree Nancy would teach Fiona how to sing a song. When resting under the tree Fiona said that she would see dragonflies and butterflies fluttering about the yard. She said she loved seeing how the sun would shine through the tree’s leaves. After adventurous free time in the summer hours the two sisters would gather fruit and take the sweets home to share with each other.

Paradise

While telling me this memory Fiona wrapped it up staring off into the distance saying that those summers “for me (were) like a paradise”.  I couldn’t agree with her more. Thank you Fiona for sharing a special memory with me and thank you readers for taking the time to get to know a young woman in China with an English name of Fiona.