That day

That day and the other those wouldn’t surprise me when I used to think that better or worse days always exist that they could be too closed to each other with a fragile line like a hell or a heaven, and it was the one of the existing days making me think that I was lucky to be still alive that day.

It has been long time for me not to feel in the same way since I was just a young man. How I forget that life sometimes used to give us some of thrilling feelings in the past when we were younger.

I saw her at a bank wearing a light brown jacket and an orange bonnet covering her all hair, having a sweet smile-like face looking around herself. She looked with a pure face that has maybe never changed since the day she was born. She was making face and looking in need of a bit help. Before I wanted to get close to her to grasp a chance to have her name, I wanted to be sure that it wasn’t a wait for her lover or her father . Then, she noticed me and I thought she realized me that I got stuck in her beautiful look. She looked at me twice and I promised that if she makes it third, I was planing to go and say “hello”. Then the third one happened with a little glimpse.

– Hello

I just wanted to touch her hair and kiss it. She was so younger to me. How could I want to do something like this, but my feelings are so strong to her. She looked out of the corners of her eyes and said, “Hello” without turning her face to me.

-I didn’t mean to disturb you, sorry!

and I started to move away from her to leave her alone. A couple of steps away later, she said.

-You didn’t disturb me.

I stopped and walked back toward her again.

-You were looking very nervous and like you are waiting for something to happen.

-I just came to the city from Philadelphia. I was waiting for one of my friends, but I think she isn’t coming.

-Will you wait for her here more? It is very cold outside. Why don’t you come in somewhere and drink something warm. Maybe she is on the way.

-Maybe not. she said.

-There is a coffee shop right behind you. You can sit in there, or maybe “we” can, huh!

-Nice. she said.

Throughout the time we were at the table, she never stopped speaking for almost an hour, but I didn’t feel any bordom when I listened to her. She was a bit talkative maybe, but her way of telling stories are so funny even if I sometimes missed some of her things to listen. She was speaking with her eyes, hands and even sometimes she was clubbing some of her mother and grandmother’s arguments by animating the saltshaker and the glass on the table, and it was too funny.

Then suddenly somebody closed my eyes behind me and ask

-“Guess who I am!”

-Oh God!

-Not yet. it is me this time. Maybe next time,”

-She loves doing this to the people she doesn’t know. One time, she did the same thing to somebody. The man didn’t even ask him and went on eating and talking to his friend at the table. he didn’t show any reaction.

-How?

-Because the man was already blind.

-Hello birdy! Sorry for being late.

Hi Jenny.

and the stories and the fun got doubled for me with Jenny joining us.

With the huge fun, we got a little bit drunk and we were getting closer to each other bit by bit.

Just a few ours ago there was an angel in a street that I can never dare to say any word, but now I am very close to her to touch. Suddenly, she turned her face to me and asked.

-what if I die soon.

– I haven’t heard any angel dead before.

– I have, my mom.

she got quiet a bit and went on.

“I was there while she was dying. There was no physical pain sign in her eyes. She said to me, I won’t be able to relieve myself of easing your suffering reduces one day. Until that day, I will keep being sorry for giving you a sorrow because of my death. I am sorry honey.”

– Could you manage to ease her pain?

She turned her face to me with a couple of blue tear beads and said.

-What do you think? She got quiet for a while and said. – I can’t restrain myself from doing anything about that. I know she got tired of me doing this.

She hugged me tightly and tightly like she needs a father to hold her with a huge passion.

Now I understood that it was a half-organized meeting of God for the both of us in need for a compassion, and tented to feel like a daughter and a father together. Oh God! Forgive me, but, you are not so big.