(Menzoni P.O.V)
Where was dad?
Where did he go?
Where did he disappear? Or did he die?
Who knows?
All these questions were repeating inside my head like a song the whole time! So many fucking times, more than anyone can think...
I kept wondering, and all that I did is wondering, then, I wanted to help, and I started thinking; "What can I do to help?''
I could hear Mum who was crying all night and I also cried at the turn...
It was morning time, I felt the pain in my eyes after crying so much and I couldn't open them easily...
Mum didn't have the ability to take that anymore, I was sure of that! I didn't know why Mum is that sensitive and weak... She had to be stronger, I knew that she could be, but that didn't happen...
The only thing I wanted there is to help somehow, I don't know, I could look for him the whole city, or even the whole country, I just wanted that my mum became happy... Was that wrong? Or even; Was that possible?
Could I do that when I was that young?
I felt so sad and worried, just like Mum!...
I felt like we could never be a family without him...
Why that feeling? I felt like I'm going to lose him or my mother very soon!
Especially him! I forgot the taste of happiness I spent with my family, I started to remember the nice times we spent together and the songs we sang together!!!
Why do I remember that right here, right now?
Why do I ask myself questions that neither I nor anyone can answer them?
Why do I ask that?
It's still morning, and Mum finally decided to change her clothes and go outside, I knew that she was going to look for Daddy, but I caught her from he clothes and said:'' Mum, you should never go to the city, all alone, all by yourself, I want to go with you, I'll help a lot... I swear that I will do, I love Dad too!''
I'm still remembering when I said that to her...
She took me, put me between her arms, looked at me with a smile, and said:'' I know you do sweetie!''
-'' Does that mean that you'll just call the police? I know that they'll bring him back home''
-'' No, the police don't have anything to do with this, we should count on ourselves. not on others...''
I'm still remembering that conversation as well...
She hugged me again and kissed my cheek... I didn't know that these were my very last kiss and hug from her.
However, It was here, where the real troubles started to come...
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PAINFUL TEARS!
Short Story"Mezu Menzoni", the mysterious 12-year-old girl, her notebook shows all her secretes and her past and childhood; How did she lose her mother? It's just been a hard life after a happy one... And that girl is actually a character from "A NORMAL LIFE B...
