Regret by Kate Chopin

The first night in that farm none of the children could sleep, without the kiss of his mother and without the story that helped them to have sweet dreams, it was impossible to fall asleep. Marclette and Marcline began to speak as usually they did when the moon was raising firmly in the sky and the dream was absent.

 Marcline: Have you noticed the sadness in Mamzelle Aurlie's eyes? I think that she does not like that we are here.

Marclette: I do not believe that it is because of us, her eyes are like that always.

Even the few times that I saw her on the local market already her eyes were reflecting that  something is lacking in her.

Marcline: Something?

Something as what?

Marclette: Something that gives life to her eyes and strength to her spirit, something that is not simply money or the many crops that she has here, something real that is not only  a vain human illusion.

Marcline: Something as love I think.

Marclette: Yes Marcline, something as love for the things she does and for the people around her.

Marcline: Maybe nobody wanted to love her and to share with her his life.

Marclette: Or maybe the barrier she put in her heart did not let her see simple things like the beauty of love and be loved.  That happens more often than you can imagine, many times we focus on big things but that actually are empty.

Marcline: It happens for being an embittered lady, that is why she is alone now.

Marclette: Do not say that, we must not judge the people and you know it, because mom has taught that to us.

And as I read in my favorite book The little Prince “It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; What is essential is invisible to the eye”, we should not be fooled by our eyes, we must learn to see beyond, to see the heart.

Nobody answered because Marcline was already asleep.

The days passed, apparently no one was happy with their stay, they just wanted the time goes fast and leave that place as soon as possible, it seems that Mamzelle Aurlie thought in the same way.

Were enough few nights and days for change this thought. By the moment in which their mom arrived and they must go to their home a strange feeling filled their hearts and a deep sadness covered their eyes.

They did not know that while the car was moving away Mamzelle Aurelie was sitting beside the table with great regret in her heart.

Bibliography:

• You can see the text in which this dialogue was based here:         https://americanliterature.com/author/kate-chopin/short-story/regret
• How to onstruct a script: www.youtube.com/watch?v=VfJMXLCu1-o
• The Little Prince- Antoine de Saint Exupéry; page        #48 http://download.bioon.com.cn/upload/201111/21084046_8501.pdf