the girl and her guitar | jimina

a present from a stranger

i ran away.

i ran away from that broken family, useless, sad family. i'm sure that without my presence, they would still fight anyway.

it doesn't mean that my presence is important anyways. my presence only cause nothing but trouble.

at first, i didn't knew where to run away to.

until i remember willow park. i used to go there when i was a kid, time sure flies fast, now i'm a teenage who runs away from home.

i sat on the staircase over there, i had nothing, right before i was about to regret my decision, a voice called.

"hey young girl, why are you here?" i looked around me and saw a old man slowly walk towards me, he was carrying a ton of huge bags.

i wonder what's inside them.

"nothing.. sir" i replied. there's no way i'm telling a stranger that i ran away from my home, he'll just call the police and bring me back home.

"mind if i sit beside you?" he said as he sat right next to me, without even getting my reply.

"sure.." i murmured.

"i was like you when i was young." he started to tell his story, i didn't bother to stop him, i was bored anyways.

"i used to run away from home, sit by the park and watch ladies swaying their hips." he giggled.

"what?" i suddenly got disgusted as i moved to my left a little, having a distance between him.

"nah, that was just when i was young."

"i used to love music, so i played the guitar over here, just for my self pleasure." he continued as he smiled at me.

"here, have this, i hope this would give you some things that hopefully you would realize someday." he said as he gave me one of his huge bags.

"what's this?" i asked as i took over the bag.

"a present from me to you, dear." he smiled as he stood up while taking all his bags with him, and left.

i got curious as i opened up the bag.

it was a guitar.