Chapter 3

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Cold, wet and extremely uncomfortable, that it woke him up in an instant. Gasping, he opened his sleeping eyes and above him, there she was: his angry looking wife, with a bucket in her arms.

"You overslept, again!" she barked at him and quickly changed her expression, to what came next: The old fisherman jumped from the bed, cracking a smile and kissed his wife so hard, it took her breath away for a minute.

"I love you my wife, my real, old wife," he said happy as a child.

The wife, confused at first, quickly got herself together and replied with a serious tone: "Ill give you old, you good for nothing ..." but didn't had the chance to finish, as the fishermen scurried out of the house. As he was gone, the old grumpy wife had almost an unnoticeable smile on her lips, but she knew it was there, and she felt it too.

The old fisherman ran quite fast for his age and got to the bakery, determined to check for sure, if his old life was back. When he stepped in the bakery, he was happy as a blooming flower; there was absolutely no evidence of a smile on the bakers face. And before the baker had the chance to grab a loaf of bread, the old fisherman was out of sight, toes and knees towards the market place. The dog came and followed him, but quickly returned as it realised, that the man had nothing to offer.

At last, he was standing next to his stand. He took a moment to catch a breath and hoped for the rain to start falling. He held to his knees as he breathed heavily and waited for the raindrops on his back. But they never came. He stood up and looked at the bright blue sky. It was as beautiful as it was in his dreams. He then realized what this meant: It was not his life that was sad and tiring, but it was only him. And from that day forward, the old fisherman held a smile on his face and a sun in his heart.

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