“Mom, I had a dream about Dad last night…”
Mila was lying on the bed, hugging Monica and twirling strands of her hair with her small hands. The latter gently and sadly stroked her daughter’s head and looked into her eyes.
“What was he doing?”
“He sang a song in front of the fire that everything will be fine, wherever you go,” the girl smiled sadly.
“Yes... He loves singing such songs,” the mother answered quietly, thinking about something. “Especially for you…”
“Do you think he might be alive?”
“I don’t know, dear… Thousands of people died. Millions simply disappeared into thin air, as if they had evaporated. There aren't that many people in this city. Do you think he's one of them?”
“Let's ask Mozart, shall we?”
“Let's do it... In the morning. But right now it’s time for bed, okay? I feel very tired today.”
“Tired, this is when you did something that didn't agree with your soul. Whereas now you are pleasantly weary,” Mila corrected her earnestly and with a know-it-all intonation.
“Who told you that?”
“Professor Dobre. We had lessons all week while you were sleeping and we learned a lot of interesting things.”
“I see... Alright, sweetheart...” Monica turned onto her side and hugged Mila, laying on the pillow next to her. “Tomorrow you can tell me all about what else you went through in the classroom.”
“Alright. If I feel like it,” the girl answered with a smile and curled up enveloped in a loving embrace from behind by her mother.
“Good night.”
“Good night, Mom...”
YOU ARE READING
The beginning of light
Science FictionEight-year-old Mila is left on her own to face the end of the world, as people on Earth have been referring to it for the last six months. But the man helping Mila and her mother calls it the beginning of light. This is a story about a planet enteri...
