“It is time!” it echoed through the building.
Within a few minutes the spacious living-room had completely filled up and where there used to be the sight of a traditional 17th century parquet-floor, there were now many faces staring at her in eager anticipation.
He, looking at her from afar and with tear-filled eyes, smiled. They were tears of joy, hope, contentment, peace, and most importantly- gratitude. They had achieved a lot together.
He listened with his eyes closed, allowing Ariella to tell the story. He loved the sound of her voice, her mellow tone and her beautiful intonation. He loved the way she narrated too. If it was your first time listening, she had a special way of making you feel part of the story. And for people like Jacque who had indeed been part of the happenings, listening to her was particularly exhilarating, as she recalled events in such a witty way, they seemed completely new- even to him. She narrated with a passion so sincere and childlike, it made him appreciate life, love, and her even more.
It was their 25th anniversary, and just as with previous celebrations, it was time for the 12 Stones of Remembrance.