My heart was all smiles; the radiance on my face spoke loudly with delight. Jane had just outshone her peers in the summer choral contest, and I was sitting on top of the world. I had counseled my daughter enough, spent a fortune in time and dime for her rehearsals and here we both were at the Great-Lake zoo pavilion gazing at the beauty of mother-nature with some of her children. The pink, the yellow, the purple, the red and the white petals took their fair share of display at the contest stage of beauty. The petals ears gave a soft and tender caress to every last one of Jane’s grateful handshake. As if reciting the winner’s verse the animals sang in a welcoming delight; they were expecting us all morning. Their melodies rented the fragrant air borrowing from chrysanthemum and jasmine underneath the whistling aspen canopies. I intended to pour out my heart to my daughter’s lucky stars and was shopping for the luckiest and perfect paradise just to do that. It would be in a week’s time. The guests were already invited with a delayed confirmation of venue. It was going to be a glistening thanksgiving and this far I had overcome every wham bam thank you ma'am in my preparation. Finally, I had found the equally grateful paradise lost hiding in a thicket at the edge of the Great-lake forest. This was the reward of my sweat in digging through volumes and volumes of directories, a true reflection of the happy voices and sounds of clanging cymbals of my gratefulness for my daughter’s gain that also filled my purse. The light in Jane’s eyes and her routinely sinking dimples coupled with the frequent glare of milky dental exhibition kept on asking with sentimental approval “ thanks goodness, do you have to do all this?”
In my almost psychic out of the blue sky response I would find myself arbitrarily saying “dear child, you deserve this and more for making mama proud.” We rang the bell at the administration block and were gathered in by the female secretary. She warmed our bosoms as she gave us a diamond shining smile before leading us to the waiting lounge. “We’ve been expecting you Mrs. Madsen, any drink to ease your nerves?” “Water for me and maybe juice for my daughter.” “Passion juice to be exact” Jane added. “I can’t wait to take a gander around,” I said’. “You are going to fall in love, you will be arrested by the beauty and the offerings of the Great-Lake zoo pavilion beyond your wildest dreams,” said the secretary. “I can imagine” Jane gathered up to the conversation as the juice kissed her lips and tongue with utmost passion. After the drinks, she gave us a tour. Every work of art was heavenly. The manicured gardens could not dispute. The chirruping avian members up the branches added to the tune. We finally together decided to ink the paper. In one week’s time, it will all happen here. As we drove off peace filled all our elements. It was a done successful deal.
The story tells of a parent (specifically a mother) and daughter (Jane) who are together looking for a venue to hold a party. The party is in honor of Jane, who has just come on top of a choral contest that her mother encouraged and supported her to compete in. To show her gratefulness and appreciation for her daughters’ achievement, she decides to organize a thanksgiving party in her honor in the best place she can find. She ends up finding that place in a zoo pavilion.
The sense of sight is evoked beautiful flowers, exceptional work of art, well-maintained gardens, beautiful trees, and animals. The hearing is shown by the sounds of the birds, animals and whistling wind on the aspen leaves. The fragrant sense of chrysanthemum and jasmine flowers filled the air with their delightful smell. The tender feel Jane gets from her touch of the flower petals and her sipping of passion juices evokes senses of touch and taste respectively. The elements of sight, hearing, taste, smell and touch reveal Jane and her mother as very sensual beings and with very soft spots. This clearly shows the specificity of what exactly melts their hearts the most when it comes to the expression of their five senses