A piece of tear
by: Antonia Aburto
Sometimes, all the sadness can be shown with a single tear. I have always preferred to show sadness and anger by playing the guitar. I sing to feel free andeliminate all the thoughts I have. I have had something saved in my heart over five years; I do not like mentioning what happened to me -unless someone ask me: What is the saddest thing that everhappened to you?- I do not want everyone to have a pity on me about the story that always breaks part of my heart into tiny little pieces. It is a reminder of my childhood. However, I never thought thiscould affect me forever. Sometimes, during the days of autumn, while smoking a cigarette on my balcony, no matter it is raining or snowing, I think what if I thought otherwise, maybe all this sadnessthat I feel right now, could have been avoided with a simple cry, a gesture of support or just a push. Many people have told me that this is the saddest story they have heard, and I think that it isbecause, sometimes, when I share that, my eyes want to mourn; I always get a small tear.
When I was eight, I always had that company as long as He wants. He always knew when I was sad, He always tryingto help me though when I needed a hug or a word of encouragement. The strangest thing about this is that when I spoke to him, I felt as if I was talking to an angel. He could not speak, but it doesnot matter. I could always understand. I remember like it was yesterday when He left me, I think he always had it all planned. Sometimes I hate him for letting me go through difficult moments, but Ialso try to understand. He wanted me to grow up, learn to survive in this cruel life, but above all, to learn that sometimes, in order to be happy, we have to be selfish, think only of us and nobodyelse. I miss him so much; I need to see his honey-colored eyes just once more, but it is no longer possible.
One day a car nearly ran me over but I was saved by him; my friend, my brother, and the...
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