October 3, 2009
Dear Charlie,
It has been so long since I last wrote you. I don’t know why I stopped, I guess I let myself go with all the things that has happen here. So many changes, so many lost people, so many thoughts running through my head. Questions that haven’t been answered yet and I lie here alone writing to you again. Because that’s what I do, every time I feel completely hopeless I go to you thinking you have all the answers to solve my world’s problems. I won’t lie to you, I’m at the point of losing hope, well, I was, yesterday I saw a little girl in the park, then I thought of my sisters, how old are they now? I can’t remember, will they remember me? I hope so. That little girl in the park, as silly and childish as she was, came towards me, and gave me one of the lilies she had, and said “you should smile; grandpa says if you don’t, you’ll get old sooner.” And she kept playing. To think matureness comes as you get older, oh how wrong I was to think that, she thought me something, life is as simple as you want it to be.
It felt nice to have some kind of affection, since I don’t have anybody to share time with, uncle is too busy, and I really don’t have any friends here, the old man that paints, he passed away three weeks ago, they mugged him and shot him to death. I couldn’t dare to see the little girl weeping and calling his name. No one really showed up at his memoriam, it was just her and me hidden in the back. It took her so long to go back home, I guess I wouldn’t wanted to go either, after she left I went in and put a flower on the damp grown. It’s been raining for so long now, I like rain, makes me feel happy. I really didn’t say anything, I just stood there thinking of the conversation we had in the cafeteria. I got up and said “thank you” and left before I started to do something stupid like cry. Since then, I’ve just spend my time walking, and trying to understand things better. I’m going home soon, I hope we can finally see each other, I have nothing left here, I did what I had to do. Uncle will understand.
Love,
Joctan
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Life is Beautiful
Aktuelle LiteraturLife, can be a roller coaster. It can be the greatest thing ever, and in a minute can change to a living hell. This is the story of a young boy named "Joctan" who is writing to his childhood friend "Charlie" since he moved far away. This is also a...
