One body, two faces~🌑Sherman Stone
Life is something we don't own. Life is time. Life is not something we can control, sometimes life controls us. Life writes the scenario of destiny, and we're just puppets under it's hands.
As the sun sets, sky clears, drawing a master peace. I look at the smile surrounded by wrinkles and throw a kiss towards the sky. I miss them, I really do.
Mom, dad, I sometimes wish you were here with me and Granny. I just wish I would feel the warmth of your embrace one more time, I will give anything for that. I wish I was the kid I never was.
I'm sorry, to my self.
Since my parents' death two years ago, me and Granny have been visiting the beach everyday trying to find them in the sky above or between the crystals of sand beneath.
"Shall we go back home, Granny?", I asked and didn't realize the crack in my tone until I spoke.
She just gave me a weak nod, and so I drove her wheelchair back to our home.
In the morning, I woke up to a loud bang that shook the wood of our poorly-made house. I don't remember opening my eyes, all I remember that I ,with a sonic speed, rushed to Granny's room.
My eyes enlarge and my vision sharpens to the scene before me. It was Granny on the floor with completely shut eyes. It was like she was life deprived. A tear, I never felt, went down.
My only family just went to heaven. What am I still doing here?
"Granny", my voice quivers.
"Sherman, honey, you're here?", she says in an aging sound as she slowly opens her eyes.
I quickly whipe my tears off, breath deeply, and rush towards her. It turned out she was trying to walk and didn't want to wake me up.
Damn, this...
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