Brendan And Tallulah example essay topic

Wild Flower... ". But father I love him!" said Tallulah, which means running water, and ran out of the tepee. Tallulah ran and ran not seeing the way. Tears were coming from her big brown eyes, passing soft pink cheeks, falling to the ground. She knew that she will never see her father again.

There was love in her heart for him however the other feeling took over. Tallulah fell on the ground where green soft grass welcomed her beautiful small body that was gasping for air. Silk long black as a wing of a raven, hair were all over the face trying to dry the tears that were not stopping. Now Tallulah felt free. Free to do whatever she wished however the only thing she wanted was his love.

The love that she met six months ago in the woods, while collecting berries for her family. It was love at first sight. Tallulah remembered that day like it was yesterday. His big blue eyes showed unlimited skies and ocean waves. Red hair endlessly played games with the sun.

The lips, color of red wild flowers, spoke sweet words that melted in the air. Light skin was soft and warm to touch covered big built body that brought Tallulah security and took fears away. His name was Brendan, Brendan Smith. Brendan was a soldier that came from Ireland with his father looking for better being. At his eighteen Brendan knew the rules of life. Even as a soldier it was hard for him to accept the war and deaths of many innocent people.

Brendan got used to seeing Indian people moved by force from one place to the other. He put himself in their position and imagined what kind of suffering they are going through but it was not in his power to change anything, to stop the war. "Oh Lord, what a beautiful flower you grew on this earth", said Brendan looking at Tallulah. She Looked at him and was about to run away but her legs did not listen. "Do not worry I would not heart you. Just tell me your name". no answer.

"Fine, don't say a word; just let me look at you. Let me look into your brown eyes. Oh, they are so pure, I think I am getting lost in them". Tallulah smiled. "Your smile is full of joy and innocence", Tallulah looked down and her cheeks became red. She picked up a basket full of berries and ran.

"Wait, what is your name oh beautiful flower" but she was already on the other side. The side of her people. When she stopped and turned around, Brendan yelled "Come back tomorrow, I will be waiting for you". She just smiled and ran away. Brendan did not fall asleep that night. He was still in the woods looking at her.

Neither did Tallulah. She did not say a word during the diner. Her thoughts were flying around the handsome soldier that took her breath away. She could not wait to see him again. Six months past. It was a beautiful spring day.

Birds were singing to a beautiful couple that was walking through green trees that were hundreds years old. They were the only ones' who knew about the love that shared Brendan and Tallulah. Wise trees looked after them and kept them safe from peoples cruel eyes. They were walking hand in hand, looking into each others eyes. "Something is bothering you my dear soul? -asked Brendan".

Yes, and we need to talk about it. We love each other so deeply and truly but I can't runaway every day from my town like that. My father does not like the way I disappear. He is starting to suspect that something is wrong".

Tallulah's eyes became sad and full of pain. Brendan took her hand and put it on his heart. "So why don't you tell him about us. I am sure he will understand. We have been together for six months and love each other endlessly". Tallulah stopped, her eyes filled with tears that wanted to burst out.

"Father will never understand. I am the only family left after mother died eight years ago. He will never give me away unless it will be a good Indian boy. If he finds out that I am seeing a white soldier, he will kill us both.

I can not live like that any more. We have to think of something", said Tallulah and hugged Brendan so tight like it was the last time they saw each other. "You can always come and live with us. My father would never say or do anything to heart you. You know that we have a little house and my people would never heart you either". Brendan could feel her pain but she had to make the decision".

Tallulah looked up, it was getting dark. "I need to go", said Tallulah. She kissed his eyes and went away. "You know where to find me", said Brendan, looking how she was disappearing in the dark until she was gone.

Tallulah was walking home and though how to present her life for the past six months in the way that would not upset her father but she could not find the way, so she kept silent. "Where have you been?" the voice went through her like thousand of pine needles. It was a voice of fearless and painless person. He never showed any emotions even to his daughter.

He was medium height with built body. It seemed unbreakable like a brick wall. He was very organized and believes of his nation and his people were very important to him. He was slick in battles and never was bruised once.

He hated white people that wanted to take his peoples lives by taking their land. His face was wrinkled to extend where you could not see his small brown eyes. His name was Motega which means fast arrow. "Where were you?" Motega asked again. Tallulah turned around and looked into the father's eyes. "I was just getting fresh air", said Tallulah hiding her eyes full of fear.

"You have been acting very strange for the last half a year. I feel you are hiding something from me and I think it is time for us to talk". said Motega and sat down on the old skin of a bull that he killed himself when he was a youngster. The light of the candle was just enough to see that Motega was ready for a long conversation. "I am waiting", he said. "You are right, there is something that I wanted to tell you for a long time now, so if you are willing to listen I will begin". Tallulah felt nervous but at the same time she knew that it was her chance.

After she got her thoughts together she began. "I fell in love with the white soldier". Tallulah said and waited for her father's reaction. Motega didn't say a word and didn't show any face expressions. Tallulah decided to continue. "His name is Brendan and he came to our land from far lands over the ocean.

We love each other and want to be together". For some strange reason she felt relaxed at the moment, she felt like a big mountain came off her shoulders. Tallulah waited patiently for father's answer. It took a while for him to speak but when he did he said, "My dear daughter, you can not see white soldier any more. Why don't you understand that he is one of them. He is our enemy.

They are the ones who want to take our nation, our land. They are killing our people, your people for useless yellow stones. Or did you forget that they killed your mother?" No father, I did not but he is not like the others, he is different. All people are the same for him.

He respects everybody and he wants the same thing we do, peace". said Tallulah trying to defend her love. "If he wants peace than why doesn't he stop his people, why doesn't he end this misery?" said Motega raising his voice. "Oh father, it is not in his power to change the situation. He is only a soldier that has to follow orders". said Tallulah trying to convince her father in something that was completely against his believes.

"You are forbidden to see this man!" said Motega raising his vice even higher. "Did you think what the other villagers would say if they find out your actions? Did you think about shame it will bring our family? I can not accept that, neither can you.

You will stop seeing white man and will not go against our people's beliefs that I taught you since you were a little girl. I will not accept a trader in my house!" said Motega and started to make a rope out of strong dry weed that was ready to be tightened. "So why don't you bring this wild flower to my house so I could bless you two". said an old voice that was so calm and cheerful. It was a voice of the old soldier that couldn't perform his duty anymore. He broke his leg in a battle with Indians.

He had warm kind eyes and a big kind smile that showed spaces between couples of teeth that remained in the mouth. The face was open and wrinkles all over it made it even kinder. His body couldn't carry itself and needed help from the big wooden stick that was always in the left hand. His name was Patrick. "Oh father if only you knew how much I want you to meet Tallulah. Her voice is like running water that is always calm.

She loves to talk as much as she loves to listen. She is so much different from any body else, it's like she is from another world. -said Brendan but he could not explain all his feeling about her in words". My son, I am always happy when you are however our people will not accept her as easily as you think. They might not accept her at all.

She is also a daughter of Indian that will never give his daughter away to a white man. I know that love is a strong, powerful feeling and nothing can stop two people that are in love. You just have to understand you are taking a big risk that can lead to consequences. I want you to be careful". said Patrick and put his right hand on his sons shoulder. "Make your choices carefully and know that I will always be there for you". Thank you father". said Brendan and hugged the old man that he loved so much.

"Mommy, can we go to listen to the birds on my birthday tomorrow?" said the love child. "As you wish my child". said Tallulah and with a big smile kissed the child on the soft forehead. The child looked at her, "Will daddy come with us?" the child asked and his eyes filled with joy and happiness. "You will ask your father when he will come home from work". All of a sadden Tallulah remembered the day when she and Brendan met for the first time. A year later the love child was born.

They never decided on the name for the child because of the of the cultures difference. The child took the best from both sides. He had his father's body and his mother's soul. At first, white people were rough on her but as time went by they grew to love her. She thought them many things from Indian culture.

Tallulah also enjoyed learning different activities from white people but she never forgot her own culture and her own people. Sometimes she woke up early in the morning to watch the colors of the sun. She did that because she knew that some where her father was doing the same thing. She loved different colors that reminded her of how her father used to wake her up early in the morning to watch the awakening of the earth". Oh father, I love you so much". she would say and the salty tear would come down her cheek. She remembered the life that was so much different from now.

Tallulah missed it in a way but at the same time she loved her new life very much. She loved her husband, her child and even people that surrounded her. She was happy but with out father a part of her was missing forever. It was a beautiful summer day. The village life was following his daily routine. Brendan was at work, building houses; he worked there since Tallulah got pregnant.

Patrick was enjoying fun conversations with his friends in front of the house where all three of them lived. Tallulah was washing the child's clothes that she made herself little by little every day. All of a sudden mans voice yelled through the whole town, "Indian, Indian in the village!" Tallulah quickly turned around to see an old man that was coming closer to her. Tallulah didn't recognize him at first but after she looked deeper into his face, small brown eyes told her everything. It was Motega.

She could not feel her legs. Tallulah felt her heart was speeding and eyes were full of tears. She could not hold her emotions any longer. It was overwhelming. "Mother, mother", she heard a voice. Tallulah turned around and saw the child running to her.

"Mother, is this man from those people that you told me about?" asked the child of love. It was in great surprise to see a strange looking man. "Yes my son in fact this is your grandfather". Motega stopped as soon as he saw the child.

He could not even imagine the product of his beloved daughter and his worst enemy. Motega couldn't take so many eyes of enemies looking straight at him. He just wanted to kill them all right there at that moment but he did not come there for that. All he could think about was his daughter.

She looked so mature and even more beautiful than before but he still saw that girl that loved waking up with him early in the morning and listen holy stories about the sun. It took him a long time to find the village where his daughter lived. It was even harder to go there. Motega took small steps toward his daughter and could see her face better and better with every step. Finally Motega was so close that he could feel Tallulah breathing. He wanted to touch her face but something stopped him and gravity pulled him down slowly.

When Motega laid on warm earth Tallulah saw an arrow in his back. "Oh father, what is going on?" She screamed looking for the one who did this horrible thing. She turned her head to the left and saw the love of her life holding a bow. When Brendan saw that the old man looked just like Tallulah always described him, his heart stopped for a moment cutting the air to his lungs.

Brendan gazed at Tallulah and only now noticed that she was crying. All men of the village that were there started to take out guns. They followed Brendan's example and started shooting at Motega that was laying on the ground. It seemed that they all waited for that moment to come. "No-o-o-o", Brendan screamed with all his lungs but it was too late, men were so busy expressing their anger that did not even noticed him. He tried to get through but the wall of anger was too strong to break.

All he could see was his precious wild flower protecting her father by covering him with her own flesh. "Stop, my son, my father, stop, stop!" but no one could hear her nor her soldier. "I told you he was a trader". were the last words Motega could say. The love child was just five years old.

He happened to be on the invisible boarder that not only divided his parents but himself. The hate that would grow in him every moment from that point on... for whom?