Here she stood in what was the most wondrously beautiful place she had ever been. On all four walls and the floor was every work of art that Vincent Van Gogh had ever created. It was dark, beautiful and it washed over her like a warm breeze of contentment. It was soft, warm, and comfortable.
It was the loveliest feeling she had ever felt.
Bambam stood in the middle of Starry Night, there was no way to hold in the smile. She felt sooooo wonderful. This soothed her body and soul. Her eyes, bright in only the way they could be when she was genuinely happy, soaked up every inch of the huge exhibition of her favourite painting. If she was to only remember one part, she hoped it would be this one.
Slowly she spun around to look at all that was around her, she saw the lights glow on the street of Cafe Terrace on the Place Du Form, stood on top of the water in the middle of the Starry Night over The Rhone. She stood right in the middle of Wheatfields and look him square in the eye as he sat under his straw hat.
She turned again.
Her eyes fell on her mom. Bella was standing there smiling at her, holding her camera.
“What?” grinned Bambam, although she was sure she could guess.
Bella’s eyes smiled warmly at her daughter as she replied, “I just like seeing you enjoy things”
“Oh I am enjoying this!” enthused Bambam, “This is epic!” she finished as she continued to spin.
This was amazing, she saw everything and one thing all at once and her mind easily accepted this information. This was a language she undeststood. She belonged here. It was amaxing that she had gotte here
It had been an unexpected surprise. Once a while back in passing she had mentioned her love of VAN GOGH. A few months later her mother came to her and excitedly showed her an advertisement for a VAN GOGH exhibit that was touring and it wound be stopping in their city.
For a moment they let themselves fantasize about how cool it would be to be able to attend. Bam let herself revel in it a little longer than her mom. She knew better than to hope, but the thought was just so beautiful. It was going to suck when the exhibit came and went.
Perhaps if she was lucky maybe she’d babysit or convince someone for the money or a ticket. All of that seemed so out of reach though. Bambam couldn’t htink of a scenerio where that kind of opportunity would arise. Mainly because she didn’t share that kind of inforamtion about herself with just anyone.
How much later she couldn’t tell you, but once she had resigned the idea of ever getting to go, her mother came to her.
“You wanna do something fun with me this weekend?” she proposed.
Always skeptical because that could be anything, she knew that no matter what her mom always had something wicked in mind, “yes,” she responded slowly.
From behind her back, Her mother produced two tickets to Van Gogh
“No fucking way!” Bambam couldn’t even stop herself.
Bella laughed, “yes, fucken way babygirl”
And here she was, in her most favourite space, with one of her most favourite people. This had to be what contentment felt like.
The way the moments and colours washed through her so smoothly, she could feel the comfortably warm breeze gently move through her.
THIS.
This was that feeling that had been gone so long , she had almost forgotten. She was happy to remember for once.
This was a beautiful day in the journey of the Tale of Bambam the Brave