Autumn. Dreaming. Thoughts. . And with every leaf that falls, a moment passes. A moment of solitude ... The sky was a scarlet with mild Orange reflections. The Sun barely ever see of high buildings.The trees of Central Park that once held hopes and propagated the most beautiful summers, now gentle gentle duvet is born. Up and the city he felt pain.But he could not. It was as if the racket of machinery, no longer had to feel at home.
Talking about the moments you can compare like pearls, like snowflakes from heaven fallen. Once they are falling they aren't return. Sophia was collecting from the chest his shirt think if she'll ever see him .He could not describe what she felt. It was hot, cold and empty inside. As if any would have been exceeded, it would not have mattered.He had done it in the past any turns in a fog, where you get lost without a map of life. He stood at the window..A gentle breeze caressing her lightly brown hair. A quick tear, slowly flowed almost white cheek, her Brown sparkly eyes like a long lost treasure, closing it. Her dreams had been shattered like a glass tumbler.
Her soul has been broken into thousands of pieces. Her room, once , represent an environment study, now represent the shelter, the shield of his heart. Sophia throws soft bed, with linen, soft as silk, smell of the bat.Close their Teddy bear to her chest.Maybe it was a sign of weakness, but the bear was very important for her. Small piece of cloth stuffed with fluff, you have two buttons instead of eyes, with a smile was carefully sewn to feel protected. Her grandmother, we had done ... but she was no longer now. He was the only person who whips in front of the House, every day when returning to school.
Looking at the lifeless, bear heart I made and less and thinking that in a few months will start elementary school and you have to give all her friends eyes do not consider them so long. That was always friends with narrating to, no longer interested. Every moment that I spent alone in a room was to feel increasingly powerless anymore.
Descend the stairs, and go into the kitchen and her mother saw in front of the oven.
-Dear, did you sleep well?
Sophia nodded approvingly.
Olivia Anderson was a woman, , with brown hair and a serious look. His face was oval, and her cheeks were always red. The figure was gentle, but can be easily interpreted. You could say that it was not a pleasant company, since any question you wear with it, the main subject was her person. It grew up around Sophia close single because her father was a successful surgeon and the doctor was always gone to all sorts of conferences.Olivia was a lawyer. Beautiful combination.As a child, the mother of turmoil for Sophia. Olivia was very demanding but not have expectations from her daughter.He wanted to be perfect. But, what it meant in Olivia's perfect?Child, child, Sophia was a puppet for her mother. But, what's changed? Perfection is no longer have priority for Sophia?
She sat down at the table beautifully decorated.Not much I couldn't eat.Not much I couldn't do anything.Her eyes, seemed small waterfalls, with pure water.
-I was thinking that today we can go out together, like girls, Sophie's mother said.
It had good? Her mother, she was to spend some time together. That can mean two things: either her mother a revelation was recorded last night, and he had learned something about being a good parent or she saw Sophia in a bad mood that no longer knew what to do.
-Do you have any other better job done? She said with a trembling voice and anyway today I did not want to get out of the House.
-Sure you want. Can we go at some shopping or at the SPA.
Shopping Spa.He'd heard it well.That means her mother was really desperate.A month ago She would have been the first to respond to such invitations.But now ...
