Cariad - The Beginning

Cariad is my good friend & confidante I know her as I know no other. Cariad said to me "MissTeaK you are a good & true friend, I ask you now as I feel you are a part of me, would you, could you please tell my story".

"Your story Cariad is long" I replied, "however if you feel it will help, how can I say no".

I have said yes to Cariad & given my word but where do I begin? How do I start? Where do I start? They say start at the beginning, but is this always I good place? What is the begining? Is the day Cariad was born in Scotland, or the day she fell off her bike in England, or the day she set foot upon a ship to Australia? Where does a story really begin?

This one begins with the love of Cariad's life, the reason for all that she is, for all that she does...her daughter Nagem Naej. Nagem Naej was born to Cariad in the January of 1998. Cariad was an old lady of thirty years when Nagem Naej arrived after thirty-six hours of labour. Nagem was blue, but Cariad was triumphant for she had avoided the jamming of enormous needle into her spine & the threats of the Cesarean scalpel. She had her daughter in her arms & the news that a twin had never survived past three months was muted, almost ignored by the joy that Cariad found looking into Nagem Naej's eyes & feeling the strength in her tiny fingers.

Nagem Naej was a beautiful baby, a doll with tufts of blackest, black hair and skin of an Asian hue. Nagem's father was 1/8 Chinese, his great grandfather a emigrant to Australia who panned for gold. By the age of 18 months Cariad's beautiful doll had become a blond haired, blue eyed epitome of the Aussie "little ripper" and was breaking hearts with her wide eyed, cheeky grin.

Nagem Naej lived with Cariad in a moderate two bedroom apartment close to the beach. On fine days they would take walks in the afternoon when the heat of the day had started to mellow They would run onto the beach, throwing off their sandals to feel the coarse sand rub on the soles of their feet, the breeze of the salty air brush against their faces & listen to the waves lapping. All thetime ever so diligently searching for treasures, of shells, starfish & pieces of coloured glass polished by time in the sea.

They were pleasant times, wonderful times, if only we were able to see the beauty as we live it..there in that moment at that point in time did Cariad realise how wonderful her life was? Does anyone ever really? I know I don't...or do I...just maybe after all these centuries of being vampire I have finally learnt to appreciate the here, the now

I have a family of half a century & more.
A castle and lands of great beauty galore.
An army with Warriors & Mages who fight
With War Dragons that hurl fire whilst in flight
And the most wonderful King (who would fly to the ends of the worlds for me, fight dragons & ogres & dodge fire balls)
Oh how he makes my heart sing.
I am so lucky to be so in love
My good friend Cariad has been given the shove!!!

Ummm, yes, umm so sorry I forgot I was telling Cariad's story & got all caught up in my own wonderful life. In fact I must go..I must run...for me MissTeaK is going to have some fun.