It’s 6:30 in the morning, the sun is rising and the cold breeze passes my cheeks which are filled with tears, although the breeze is meant to be gentle but I felt windburn on my cheeks. I was barely blinking and my eyes were searching for something even though there was nothing but a sea whose waves were crawling gently to the shore, buzzing with its dormant strength.
My eyes welled with tears but suddenly, my lips formed a smile after seeing a masula boat coming towards the shore, then I tried sniffing discretely and smiled brightly after seeing my father waving his left hand and showing some fishes with his right hand, my mother behind him controlling the boat with a big smile at me.
As they were reaching me, I could hear my heart pounding and then I snapped out of my dream. My eyes were actually wet and as soon as I woke up I started running towards the beach which is near to home and searched for the boat throughout the sea but there was nothing. I cried out loud and stayed there for an hour watching the sea.
This is my morning routine since my parents died after they were struck by lightning out at sea. It’s been a year, but my eyes were still waiting for them and hoping for them to come, even though it is impossible. Even sometimes I prayed to God to send a giant wave to take me. In this whole year I have only one thing running in my head - the dream where my parents are coming towards me.
After their death I was moved to an orphanage where I spent 9 months there. After that I got adopted by a woman whose husband passed away in an accident. She brought many clothes and books for me, I barely speak to her even though she constantly tries to communicate with me. She never forces me to do anything. She doesn't even stop me from running to the beach every morning. After I return from the beach we just have a tight hug. And then, after breakfast, she drops me at school and goes to work.
Everything seems sorted, but I cannot feel anything and my eyes are still waiting for my parents to come. One evening while I was doing my homework I saw a book on my table, I started reading the first page of story even though I couldn’t understand some words, but there is a line caught my attention
- I was beginning to learn that, life is a story told about you, not one that you tell.
Unknowingly I underlined that line with my pen, and suddenly closed the book after hearing some noise from the door. It was her and then I started paying attention to my homework.
Next day, she asked me whether I was interested in going to the park that evening and I nodded my head in favour. We had a long walk and just sat on a bench without doing anything. We were busy staring at nothing infront of us, and then she took my hand into hers by saying everybody won’t get everything and we have to accept fate and move on. Maybe our lives are stories about us, But you can also be a writer of that story. So utilize the things you have and frame a beautiful story.
Next morning, there was a giant wave coming towards me, and as soon as it was approaching me I stepped back, and started running towards home and hugged her. I don’t know why I was crying. My tears touched her shoulders. She took my face into her hands and kissed gently on my forehead. From that day onwards I never had that DREAM again.
My eyes welled with tears but suddenly, my lips formed a smile after seeing a masula boat coming towards the shore, then I tried sniffing discretely and smiled brightly after seeing my father waving his left hand and showing some fishes with his right hand, my mother behind him controlling the boat with a big smile at me.
As they were reaching me, I could hear my heart pounding and then I snapped out of my dream. My eyes were actually wet and as soon as I woke up I started running towards the beach which is near to home and searched for the boat throughout the sea but there was nothing. I cried out loud and stayed there for an hour watching the sea.
This is my morning routine since my parents died after they were struck by lightning out at sea. It’s been a year, but my eyes were still waiting for them and hoping for them to come, even though it is impossible. Even sometimes I prayed to God to send a giant wave to take me. In this whole year I have only one thing running in my head - the dream where my parents are coming towards me.
After their death I was moved to an orphanage where I spent 9 months there. After that I got adopted by a woman whose husband passed away in an accident. She brought many clothes and books for me, I barely speak to her even though she constantly tries to communicate with me. She never forces me to do anything. She doesn't even stop me from running to the beach every morning. After I return from the beach we just have a tight hug. And then, after breakfast, she drops me at school and goes to work.
Everything seems sorted, but I cannot feel anything and my eyes are still waiting for my parents to come. One evening while I was doing my homework I saw a book on my table, I started reading the first page of story even though I couldn’t understand some words, but there is a line caught my attention
- I was beginning to learn that, life is a story told about you, not one that you tell.
Unknowingly I underlined that line with my pen, and suddenly closed the book after hearing some noise from the door. It was her and then I started paying attention to my homework.
Next day, she asked me whether I was interested in going to the park that evening and I nodded my head in favour. We had a long walk and just sat on a bench without doing anything. We were busy staring at nothing infront of us, and then she took my hand into hers by saying everybody won’t get everything and we have to accept fate and move on. Maybe our lives are stories about us, But you can also be a writer of that story. So utilize the things you have and frame a beautiful story.
Next morning, there was a giant wave coming towards me, and as soon as it was approaching me I stepped back, and started running towards home and hugged her. I don’t know why I was crying. My tears touched her shoulders. She took my face into her hands and kissed gently on my forehead. From that day onwards I never had that DREAM again.
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