To My Dear Unknow Person.

The fourth message: Sacrifice

To my dear unknow person

One day takes away another, and with it takes away bits of our lives and souls, little by little, until we finally ready to leave our small world.

"Do you think it fits?"

Sofia asked me, asking about the dress for the last time. I put my coat on my shoulders and I looked at her. With a smile, I answered:

"You look amazing as always Sofia"

"Because I'm wearing your favorite color"

"Do you send messages?"

I wondered as I placed the necklace around my neck, feeling a calmness that made my heart beat faster, fearing that my messages had not reached you for all this time.

"Sure dear, how many Mays do I have?"

She came closer to me and started counting seriously which made me laugh.

"Aren't you going to tell me who he is?"

"When he answers my messages"

I whispered as I took one last look at my appearance. I wanted to hear your opinion, for surely you would have liked it as much as I liked your appearance.

"Come on, the driver is waiting for us"

She grabbed her bag and we got into the car. The driver was approaching sixty, his face showing exhaustion, surrender to the difficult turns of life, as if he were giving everything he had to the obstacles until he reached the end of the road and finished his mission.

"Excuse me ma'am, I have an important phone call"

"No need, James"

James stopped us because of the traffic jam, and as usual, my dear, I cast my eyes on every little thing to occupy my empty head.

"I do what I can for him, you know very well how my heart hurts so please don't make me lose my mind"

My eyes fell on the picture he had on his phone cover which included three little boys which made me certain that they were James's grandchildren.

"I'll call you when I get the money for the operation"

he hung up, which made me wonder who the operation was for? Was it for one of his grandchildren or for someone dear to him in his family who he was sacrificing the remaining crumbs of his life to keep that family afloat.

"Finally, the crowd is gone"

Sofia sighed as she raised her eyes from the phone , wondering why James hadn't moved yet!

"James is behind us, they want to make a move"

Sofia snorted, keeping James's head tilted so we couldn't tell if he was fainting or crying.

"I apologize, ma'am"

He suddenly jumped up as if he had disappeared from life, arranging his scattered affairs in his head, making him unable to focus fully on what he was doing. Sofia eyes towards her hands, then towards me.

"Give him this envelope, May"

She wrote me a message to read from her phone. She took an envelope out of her bag. I looked at her questioningly and patted my hand.

"With a smile, I gave him the envelope and you will see for yourself"

James stopped the car in front of the hotel where the medical conference was being held, and she got out, leaving me confused. How could I make it easy for him and give him the envelope?
"Mr. James, here is this little gift"

I got out so I could see his face, the tears in his eyes made me certain he had been crying, the look of shock on his face as he got out of the car made me flustered.
"Thank you, Mrs. May"

He grabbed both of my hands, making me even more confused, but I gathered the word that were struggling to come out.

"Why are you thanking me?"

"To give me hope again, to give my grandson life"

He patted my hand before wiping his running tears away and getting into the car to leave, leaving Sofia looking at me with a smile.
"I don't need to explain today's story, do I?"

She asked as she reached out her hand for me to take and we walked together with a smile on my face.

"We don't need this, it's enough that I see him happy"

In every message I send to you, I see with my own eyes the meaning of words I did not know how to interpret: despair, regret, disappointment, and the last of them today is sacrifice.

I did not understand those meanings just because I saw them. A part of me was telling me that I had lived those meaning and tasted their bitterness, and that what my eyes were seeing was nothing but a remainder of the experiences my heart and mind carried that I feared remembering.

Did we go through it together? Or was I the one sacrificing so you wouldn't taste the bitterness of those words?

From your beloved May.

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