I don’t know what reminded me of that day. This happened years ago back in my native city. I was around 2, unaware of complex realities. But big people were certainly aware. They were gathered to celebrate something; or probably mourn something. My innocent gaze followed their movement. Tall bodies, with faces not all the time familiar.
My mother was there as well. Something special showed on her face... She was calm and serene, as usual, but there was something else. She was like… crying! Her eyes were humid, her gaze lowered, and the white garment she wore shed a luminous glow on her rosy cheeks… inflamed with tears. But she was silent... What could she say after all…
My brother was dead.
My mother was there as well. Something special showed on her face... She was calm and serene, as usual, but there was something else. She was like… crying! Her eyes were humid, her gaze lowered, and the white garment she wore shed a luminous glow on her rosy cheeks… inflamed with tears. But she was silent... What could she say after all…
My brother was dead.
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