I can smell the damp soil. The flowers are wet. Yes, it rained. I see the rainbow path. It is like it wants to tell me something.
I am at the balcony. My eyes are closed while feeling the wind. I am sitting in my brown old stool. It is so old. I wonder how does it still keep me. When I was a kid it was easier. Of course, it was. I was only a nine-year-old childhood, thirty-three kg meat, some childish dreams, one hope, and one-two disappointments. How heavy could it be?
Very.
Maybe instead of sitting on that stool, I should have been playing with my dolls. I should go out playing stupid games with stupid children on the street. On this straight street which you walked away… and never came back.
I tried to follow your steps. I followed them, Dad. I followed, but your steps lead me nowhere, and there was no store there. When you left you told me you go to the store to buy me candies. Where are my candies, Dad?
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Published on January 11, 2020 12:37