They introduced us in the kindergarten, on your third birthday.
You don't remember our first meeting, but I know perfectly well that your mother's mother, your grandmother, the woman you loved very much and who was going to be the first to drag you away from me was the one who introduced us.
It seemed you were never going to leave me.
Our relationship strengthened day after day, as your arms were growing and your legs were becoming longer and more stable.
We loved each other in unusual places. In the parks, on the slides, in the cabinets full of dust and cobwebs, under the beds...
I loved contemplating you from afar, alone, playing with the plastic soldiers or race cars.
I always smiled at you, and you looked at me with pride and with more affection than you looked at the other girls.
That look of yours later turned into ice.
You never used the ugly nickname other kids had given me. That's why I loved you more and more with each passing day. You, sweet, melancholic, fearful boy.
You were precisely the one I had always dreamt of.
Suddenly you started to leave me alone more often.
We no longer drew together with your coloured pencils.
The more I wanted to see you, the less you cared about my company.
I know you don't remember the precise day when you left me forever but I do.
It filled me with a lot of bitterness.
Now I just hope you grow up, find a job, have children and tell them one day, as they now tell us: "be good, or the monsters will come and take you away."
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A/N: Theme song: "AIR: Playground Love."
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Short StoryThis book is a collection of numerous short stories I have created, both mini and midi ones, written in the period of the past twenty years. Some of them are award-winning entries in various micronarrative competitions. Others were adapted with the...