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The other side of the shadows begins here

A chapter in the book Fortune Cookies

Shadows

by Cybertron1986




Background
Eu El, a young boy with a hidden gift, experiences out-of-the ordinary dreams and interactions with his world and a world less understood. A world known as:

The Other Side of the Shadows.



In the summer of 1987, the number one song by U2, "Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For," was bumped down on the pop charts by Madonna's "Who's That Girl."

Together, these two songs portentously foretold one boy's confusing, but unique journey through life in a way he could never imagine as he chose a different path toward adulthood.

Quite possibly, the Universe conspired to communicate with him through one specific event: a haunting, which only the unique mind of Eu El not only simply accepted, but also understood in a way which "normal" people have a difficult time to stomach. Throughout centuries the answers to life and death continue ending with more questions. Yet, unknowingly, the truth tends to subtly reveal itself in some form or another. Sometimes, these "signs," as some would identify them, appear in ways when we "stop to smell the flowers."

And, Eu El loved the smell of flowers.

Many childhood memories, both forgettable and unforgettable, constantly ran through Eu El's thoughts. However, no memory would be as defining as one particular event that he would soon encounter. In fact, even then, if anyone understood what the Universe was trying to tell him, no living soul with a conscience would see this "opportunity" as a blessing, especially for a child.

If, however, there were to be a young adolescent capable of competing with the sciences involving the supernatural, or the paranormal, then fate could not have chosen a more suitable contender than Eu El, a boy with a name his father unintentionally gave him without considering the consequences of his son explaining the origin of a name he, too, did not understand. Coincidently, his name is similar to a fictional super hero, whose "El" stood for hope in a faraway planet destroyed by a solar explosion.

Evoked by a simple question that had yet to be asked, this boy's life would soon evolve into an uncontrollable, and frightful anomaly that would haunt him behind almost every dark corner for the remainder of his existence, lingering to where few ever visited. More so, fewer believers, and non-believers would be willing to accept what they discovered in those dark corners that stand in clear sight, only to be hidden by denial, even when whatever was discovered there stared back with glowing eyes. Their presence would never be as convincing as a story, true to every aspect written from a mind conditioned by nature, rather than imagination.

In one such dark corner of reality, Eu El patiently stays out of his father's sight. Quietly, he waits for that moment he could get his dad's attention without having to interrupt his evening of HBO.

Too young to understand the demands of a job, Eu El could not fathom why his father worked tirelessly every month to pay the cable subscription. He had no idea the hours of his dad's overtime was funding the dreams of his immigrant relatives rather than his aspirations of one day becoming an athlete, or running a successful comic book business.

"Dad, can I play baseball? My friends all play," Eu El recalls asking his father in the fifth grade.

His Dad's response usually ended something like this...

"No! You're going to fail! Don't waste my time!"

Eu El's respect to his father was as relevant as his existence: both went unnoticed.

At the finale of each T.V. show, his dad committed to one of two things:

He either took a bathroom break, or he grabbed a drink before returning to his couch to dabble with the channel changer for the remainder of the evening, before falling asleep.

The good news was satellite t.v. had yet to be available for another five years. Any sooner, the distraction of advancing technology may had convinced his dad he never had a second-born child.

The thought of freshman year approaching made his last summer as a kid feel as if it was doomed to end like some kind of disastrous movie without resolution, a common disappointment in Eu El's relationship with his father which he struggled with. He prepared a list of questions for his dad that sounded more like a bucket list written in question form:

Can you take me fishing, Dad? (And, I don't mean just literally taking me to the lake in the morning, and having me fish alone until you pick me up later in the evening).

Mom said you played baseball in high school. Can you teach me how to throw?

Dad, the last movie we watched together was "Raiders of the Lost Ark." I was in the second grade. Will we ever watch a movie together again?

But, there seemed to be more pressing questions. These questions, harbored from worry, distracted him from all the other questions. If no effort was made to seek answers for himself, then these questions would linger like an unseen phantom weighing down his soul until his sanity snapped.

Like a candle that was moments away from burning the last length of its wick, the exhaustion of his quest simmered whatever remaining radiance of innocence Eu El had left in the core of his thirteen year old soul.

"Dad, why'd you give mom's Christmas present she bought me in the first grade to my cousin?"

"Dad, why don't we celebrate anyone's birthdays in our family?"

"Why did you break all of mom's plants the other week?"

His mom's voice coincidently interrupts. "It's late! Go to bed!"

"Okay, mom!"

His swell of anxiousness conjures up a mutter of a word drowned in neglect, indicating the incomplete distillation of doubt from within his voice.

"D-D-Dad?"

He waits again as he did before for a reply. However, much like every night, the re-runs dominated Eu El's attempt to communicate with his dad.

Repositioning himself between his father and the television, Eu El discovers his dad sleeping. The consistency of his father's habits leads him to hypothesize the possibility of television having a direct impact in the flat lining of brain activity.

"Dad?" Eu El attempts again.

"Wha...What?" his father finally responds as if the sound of his son's voice resuscitated him from death.

"Eu El! Go to sleep!" his mother, again on cue, interrupts from her room.

"I'm just asking Dad something!"

Perhaps, it was the annoyance of being hurried by his mother. Or, maybe, it was the innate nature of a son's eagerness to converse with his father that was to blame for having Eu El speak before thinking. Instead of asking any of his prepared questions, Eu El decides on a different topic: the relatives.

Eu El knew this topic would motivate his father to talk endlessly. But, he also knew the slightest mention of relatives would also be like opening Pandora's box.

To Eu El, however, after all the trouble his father put him through, releasing unimaginable evil into the world seemed like a fair trade.

As innocent and harmless as his question began, Eu El unknowingly opened the door to a familiar, but unspoken shadow of reality hiding in the midst of the world's denial with just six words:

"Dad, did I ever meet Grandpa?"

"Huh...?" he replied, half awake. "Grandpa? Your grandpa was a gambler; never home. Always playing *mahjong."

"Did I ever meet him?"

"Sorta...Why?"

"What do you mean 'sorta, Dad?'"

"What?" his father responds, bewildered that a conversation between him and his second born was transpiring. "You were two years old. He sorta visited us when we lived in Novato."

Confused, but content with where the direction of their conversation was heading, Eu El continues, slightly more bolder and not overthinking.

"I don't get it, Dad. I thought you said Grandpa never visited America."

His deduction was enough for his father to take a confused glance at Eu El's curious eyes before reconnecting back to the television. "You just weren't old enough to remember when he did visited."

"I don't get it."

Never looking down at his channel changer's buttons, his father turns the television off as effortlessly as a blind man reading braille. Straightening his posture on his recliner, he tells a story his son already lived, but could not recall. Even with much effort, his father did not appear comfortable.

"Well," he repeats straightening his back, "you were still in diapers, playing with your brother when you met him. Your brother ran outside yelling somebody had walked into the room. You were too young to talk, but you were babbling to someone who wasn't there."

Eu El's gaze becomes a lost look of a child who had not mastered the basics of arithmetic, but attempts to understand a calculus problem.

At the same time, the discomforting echo of "someone who wasn't there" was enough to burrow deeply into his mind, and seep back out from his pores as goosebumps.

"Then, I saw you pushing your trucks in front of you as if you were playing with someone."

"Then what?" Eu El asks, clearly spooked. "Was it grandpa?"

"I didn't know at the time. I mean I didn't know until after you rolled your toy trucks to the empty spot in front of you."

"Then, what?"

"I," his father clears his throat. "I saw how each time you rolled your truck, the truck kept rolling; rolling back to you."

"On their own?"

"Yeah," his father unsettlingly validates. "They rolled back to you; by themselves. One...by...one."

"You wouldn't remember any of this," his dad reminds, noticing the hint of denial in Eu El's eyes. "But, I know what I saw."

Eu El struggles to ask, "What happened afterwards?"

"The telephone rang. And, that's when I understood."

"Understood what?"

"Your relatives overseas called. And, they only call me for a couple of reasons. First, if they need money. Or, if someone died. It wasn't coincidence how, on the night they called, something strange happened in our house."

His father pauses, noticing the light of acceptance begin to ignite from Eu El's eyes.

"Before our relatives said anything, I told them, 'Don't say it. I already know. My dad is dead, isn't he?'"



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* Mahjong is a tile based game that originated from China. It is played similarly to rummy.
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