I hope you are fine … How are the things ? I am sure that father brought you up a nice honest boy whom I had always dreamed to see. The three years ago I kissed your red cheek and held you in my arms the last time. Day after day when the core memory powered this moment I felt the tight chest. You had opened the sleeping blue eyes and asked: «Where are you going in the middle of the night?». Trying to clean my throat I said «I will come back soon». Then I quietly left the bedroom and went through a long corridor, a stair and front door. I was lowering people gaze… The suffocative sin on my soul killed me faster rather than the incurable disease. I had lied you the first and the last time in my life.
Sorry, your mom".
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