He was at the doors opening, I never wanted him to go but had to let him leave so he could make me proud later. My heart was drowning but I pushed myself for him, for a better future.
Little kids were playing, birds were chirping, I could feel the breeze whispering in my ears sitting in the veranda. Every time the door was knocked, I wished to see him. I kept waiting for his call. The calls dropped eventually they were not reachable anymore. Tears would fall when I looked those ugly stretches I got carrying him 9 months in my womb.
The years passed by bowing down to my god, crying in thirst for him to return. Wrinkles were piling up on my face, my hair started turning grey and my bones started losing its mass.
I forgot about his existence. I got used to this lonely life when suddenly he appeared at my doorsteps. I was left with no emotions to shower over him. He became a stranger to me. I denied to recognize him as I had no memories to remember him.
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