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The Picture
by Heidi
"But Henry, why don't you want to go fishing with your father and Uncle
John? It will be great fun," asked Mrs. Miller, Henry's mother. She was
quite frustrated because she knew her husband did not want Henry to spend
so much time in the house. The two men had planned a three day fishing
outing at her brother's mountain cottage.
"Aw Mom, I really don't want to go. I have so much I want to do here at
home on the long weekend."
With a sigh Mrs. Miller returned downstairs again. She knew that once
Henry had locked himself in his room like that, he was quite determined.
She did not think it worth to force the issue.
"Oh, I'm sorry Love. You and John had better go without him - he's locked
himself in his room."
"I guess we'll have to," replied Mr. Miller visibly irritated, "I tell you, he's
becoming a real little sissy."
Mrs. Miller watched as her husband and brother drove off in the early
morning light. She worried about Henry. It's not that he's done anything
wrong. In fact, quite the opposite - he's such a polite, helpful child. He was
somewhat timid at school perhaps, but at home he was so outgoing and full
of life.
"Oh, I don't know...", shrugged Mrs. Miller as she turned away from the
window.
"You can come out now, Henry. They've left!"
Within a second Henry rushed out of the room and hugged his mother.
"I don't understand you Henry! You always enjoy going fishing with Dad!"
"Oh, I do, but that is different! Then we only go for the morning. I love to
see the sun rising and all the beautiful colors. But really don't want to go for
three days", replied Henry, "Would you, Mother?"
"Well, I guess not'" replied Mrs. Miller hesitantly. "Your father was very
disappointed. But enough of that, come and give me a hand with the
breakfast. The we can wake your sister. I have a lot to do this weekend."
Henry followed his mother. He was very relieved. He knew he ought to go
with his father and Uncle John. But he would rather stay. Here he could
listen to music, read, or just daydream!
At breakfast, Mrs. Miller observed her two children as they chatted. "I really
have a lot to be thankful for.", she mused, "they get on so well - not like so
many other siblings I know."
After breakfast Henry went to the craft room to read. Actually it was the
dining room but as they always ate in the kitchen, the room had become the
craft room. It was bright and friendly. Mary had showed him how play a
record on the big stereo against the wall. Now this had become his favorite
place, and Mozart his favorite composer.
Henry put on "Eine kleine Nachtmusik and curled himself up in the big old
armchair to read. Soon the wonderful music filled the room. He was not
really in the mood for reading and was soon lost in his thoughts. He was
staring absent-mindedly at the picture on the opposite wall. The picture often
was the door into his dream world. After all these years the picture had never
lost its fascination. He knew every colour, every detail, every brush stroke.
Henry was so engrossed in his thoughts that he did not immediately become
aware of his mother and sister who had entered the room. They did not pay
any attention to him either. Mrs. Miller was telling Mary that she wanted to
redecorate the dining room.
"After all these years, this room has become really so tatty, it's a disgrace!
Look at the wallpaper! Dad and I did the room before you were born - and
now you are ten and Henry is eight!"
"I don't know, Mother. I kind of like it the way it is," replied Mary.
Henry was not paying any attention to the discussion but he gradually started
listening involuntarily as they talked about the various wallpaper and drape
samples.
"Now, if we chose this paper, the room would look so sophisticated. I will
also throw this old picture out and get something more modern."
It did not register immediately. Then Henry realized they were talking about
HIS picture. With his face filled with horror, Henry jumped up:"No! No!
Not my picture! You can't throw my picture out!"
Mrs. Miller and Mary looked up surprised. Then they saw the real terror in
Henry's eyes.
"But Henry, it is only an old picture. It was a cheap poster that your Dad
and I framed. We will get something more modern and you can help me
chose it!" promised Mrs. Miller.
Henry shook his mother by the arm. Tears were now streaming down his
cheeks and he was shaking. "No, you mustn't throw my picture out!"
"I liked it too" agreed Mary. "I did not know you liked it too, Henry. Why
can't we just keep it, Mother?" Mary felt so sorry for her brother.
Mrs. Miller looked at Henry, then at the picture, and back again at Henry.
She saw he was shivering with emotion. Intuitively she knew she had
stumbled on something that was vital to her son. She hugged him tightly.
"Mary, be a darling and go and make us some tea please. And there are some
cookies in the jar." With her head she indicated to Mary to hurry.
When Mary had gone out, Mrs. Miler spoke softly to Henry. "There, there,
Henry. Don't worry. I'll never throw your picture out! I just did not realize
how much you liked it". She held him tight and rubbed his back as she
stared at the picture. It was scene of a mother and her two daughters having a
picnic in a field filled with flowers. It was painted in a romantic,
impressionist style. The mother and the girls were wearing long summer
dresses and straw sun hats - the mother's dress was white, the older girl's
pale pink, and the younger girl's pale blue. The girls were busy arranging
flowers around the rim of their mother's hat. "It is actually a beautiful
picture," thought Mrs. Miller. "But why was Henry so upset....?"
She could feel that Henry had calmed down. "I like the picture too. Do you
like it a lot?" she asked as she held Henry so that she could look into his
eyes.
"Oh yes, Mother, I do!" exclaimed henry passionately.
"Who do you think is the prettiest?"
"I think they are all pretty" said Henry with a sigh.
"And so do I?" said Mary who had just walked into the room with the tea
and cookies. "I have often looked at the picture and wished that we could
have such a picnic. Aren't those dresses just dreamy?"
"So have I!" agreed Henry excitedly, "many, many times."
"That's enough now, kids. It's settled then - we won't throw out the picture.
If you are good, and if I get all my work done, the three of us can go on a
picnic in Central Park on Monday. Let's have our tea now."
All through tea, Marie and Henry talked about the picnic and what they would
take along. All the excitement about the picture apparently was for gotten.
Mrs. Miller sipped her tea slowly. The picture episode had brought many
subconscious thoughts, that she hardly knew she had, together in a new
thought that troubled her deeply. She wished her husband was there. Then
she made up her mind, she would talk to Lucy, her sister-in-law, she knew
about these things. She picked up the phone on the craft table and dialed the
number.
"Who are you calling, Mother?" asked Mary.
"Aunt Lucy. Quiet now you two. - Oh hi, Lucy - Yes, I'm good and you? -
Look, can I come over today, I really need to talk? - In about an hour will be
great! Thanks, talk to you then. Bye."
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"Well, what's bothering you, Anne? I thought that with the men away
fishing, you would be able to relax a bit?" opened Lucy after they had sent
the kids down to the den to watch TV.
"It's about Henry, Lucy," replied Mrs. Miller nervously. "I don't know how
to begin?"
"He's not ill, is he? He's such a nice kid. Wasn't he going to go with on the
fishing trip?"
"Yes, that's part of it. Look, you're a psychiatrist. If I am being silly, you'll
tell me, won't you," asked Mrs. Miller.
"Of course Anne. This sounds awfully serious!"
Mrs. Miller proceeded to explain how her husband had become increasingly
concerned of late that Henry was too domesticated for a boy. She had
ignored his concern because Henry seemed so happy. Then she related the
whole incident with picture earlier that morning.
"Oh I know the picture. I have always liked it too. I don't see why you are
bothered though," remarked Lucy, looking for an explanation.
"Well, it's not that he did not want me to throw out the picture - it was 'his
picture'. And he was really upset, I have never seen him like that before,"
Mrs. Miller continued. "And then, while I held him tight to comfort him, I
was looking at the picture trying to understand. And then it hit me!"
Mrs. Miller paused to compose herself. This was so difficult. Was she
simply imagining things?
"What hit you, Anne?"
"I, I think.. I mean, I wonder. Do you think he imagined he was one of the
girls in the picture?"
"Oh Anne! Is that all? It is quite possible that he could have imagined that.
We have all done that as kids. I have pictured myself as prince, for example.
It's not anything to be concerned about," Lucy replied.
"No Lucy, I sense that there is more to it. It is hard to explain, but suddenly
so many incidents that I had long forgotten, all came back to me today while I
stared at the picture - how proud he is when he has baked a good batch of
ginger bread men - how he loves to fasten my necklaces for me - the way he
and Mary plays like they were sisters - how he does not make friends with
boys at school. I just know there's more to it, Lucy! I am so concerned!"
Lucy knew Anne to be a level-headed woman and she respected her
judgement. She did not want her to be unnecessarily upset. So she was very
careful in her reply: "Henry appears to be a happy child, there is no obvious
mental anguish or stress at the moment. Even if your fears turn out to be
correct, there is no urgency to do something immediately. As you know, I'm
an adult not a child psychiatrist. I will refer you to a colleague who
specializes in children - she is really good, you'll like her. In the mean time,
don't worry about it any more."
"Thank you Anne, I do feel a little better. What worried me most was
thinking that I caused it. I should have been more firm and insist that he
played with the boys."
"No, Lucy. That would be the worst thing you could do. That would really
cause a great deal of stress. Look, he obviously trusts and adores you. Why
don't you ask him directly - at the right moment of course, you'll know when
- how he really felt about the picture."
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Driving back, Mrs. Miller thought about Anne's advice. As she drove she
remembered even more incidents. She was beginning to see Henry almost as
a new person. But she was not shocked or put off, she felt she loved him
even more. "Wait now, I'm being ridiculous here," she chided herself, "we
don't know anything for sure yet. I must not jump to conclusions."
"What's it, Mother?" asked Henry who was sitting next to her in front.
"Nothing dear," smiled Mrs. Miller, "I was just thinking aloud. I must be
getting old!"
"Mother!"
"Just joking, kiddo. My, we stayed at Aunt Lucy's a long time! We'll be just
in time for supper. What would you kids like for supper? Something that we
can make quickly."
"Macaroni and cheese!" shouted the kids. Mrs. Miller smiled. She could
have predicted that - it was their favorite. Whatever the future would bring,
she loved her kids.
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"It's late, kids, off to bed with you!" said Mrs. Miller as she looked at her
watch. "It has been a long day for all of us. Remember to brush your teeth -
I'll be up soon to tuck you in." She wondered how many times she's said
that phrase.
Lucy's suggestion has been going around in her mind all evening. Would it
be right? Would I not hurt him? What if I gave him the wrong idea? Oh
well, it can wait.
Mrs. Miller got up slowly and went upstairs to tuck in the kids. Deliberately
she went to Henry last.
"Sleep tight. I love you!"
"I love you too, Mother. Thank you for letting me keep the picture," replied
Henry already half asleep.
Mrs. Miller felt an involuntary shiver go up her spine. "No problem,
Honey."
She walked out quietly. She turned around a last time to look at her son -
how happy and peaceful he looks!
After checking the doors and lights, Mrs. Miller retired to her room. As she
lay in bed, sleep eluded her. The events of the day kept on replaying in her
mind. Why did this have to happen, everything had been so perfect before?
But nothing has changed, everything is still the same. Maybe I'm the crazy
one. It's Jim who put the silly idea in my head! Eventually she fell into a
fitful sleep.
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Suddenly she awoke with a start. Bright light filled the room. "I must be
dreaming still," she thought felling very confused.
"Wake up, Mom, we've brought you breakfast."
Slowly her eyes got used to the light. Then she saw Mary and Henry
standing next to the bed, each with a tray.
"You said you had a lot to do and it's already past nine," said Mary. "I've got
some eggs and toast and Henry's got the tea."
"You are darling kids!" said Mrs. Miller with a smile as she sat up. "I could
not fall asleep last night. So I have really overslept! Thank you so much!
Have you eaten?"
"Oh yes. What are we going to do today, Mom?" asked Henry.
"I don't know," replied Mrs. Miller as buttered her toast, "We stayed so long
at Aunt Lucy's yesterday. So I don't think we will redecorate the room
anymore - we won't be able to finish it before the men come back from their
fishing trip -- just what are you two giggling about?"
"We're not giggling, Mother!" replied Mary, which only made them giggle
even more.
"That is just what we had hoped you would say!" confessed Henry through
the giggles. "We really like the room the way it is. I like it when we are
working in the room and there is pieces of fabric and patterns all over - it's so
much more fun than those stuffy pictures in your decorating magazine!"
"Yes, we have had some fun times in the room, haven't we?" agreed Mrs.
Miller. As she sipped her tea, she reflected again on the picture episode of
the previous day. Darn, I just have to know!
"I was wondering, Henry. Why were you so upset about the picture
yesterday?" asked Mrs. Miller.
Henry stiffened and blushed deeply. "I d'don't know, Mother, I I I -- I have
just always liked it."
Seeing Henry stammer, Mrs. Miller knew her suspicions were correct. She
took his hand in hers, looked him in the eye and said softly: "You have
imagined you were the girl in the blue, haven't you?"
"Yes, Mother," replied Henry with tears starting to fill his eyes.
"It's OK, Henry," replied Mrs. Miller reassuringly while she ruffled his hair.
"You should have told me long time ago, you silly-billy. We don't have
secrets from each other, remember?"
Mary, grabbed Henry by the hands and started dancing around the room until
they were both quite out of breath. "I have also often thought how nice it
would be if we could have lived in those times and go on picnics like that!"
panted Mary excitedly.
"I tell you what," said Mrs. Miller as she put her arms around her two
children, "why don't we go to town this morning and look for some fabric.
Then we could make dresses just like those in the picture and wear them for
the picnic?"
"Yippee!" shouted both kids. "Thank you Mother!"
"Well, go and yourselves ready. We have a lot to do before tomorrow!"
Once the children had gone out, Mrs. Miller sat down on her bed. "Oh my,
what have I started now?" she thought to her self. "What have I started?
How am I going to tell James? Things will never be the same."
She picked up the phone and dialed. "Hello, Lucy? -- Hi. Yes, everything's
fine. Listen, I am taking the kids on a picnic tomorrow afternoon at Central
Park. Please, can you come too? But be ready for a big surprise! -- No, I
can't tell you now. -- Yes, I am very excited! Got to run, we'll pick you up
tomorrow at 3. Bye"
(then end)
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