To Dream of Sunset Later in The Day

She doesn't understand.
As a mother, she doesn't understand why her most beloved child left her alone. After all the dreams her little girl had about the sunset branded on her sister's skin, the little girl started to wish the same sunset on hers. After her little girl watched her sister flew towards sunset, she, too, wished the same thing.

All she can do now is only to dream of the sunset that would come sooner than she may expect; what remains of the things used to be hers is only a fragment of dusk, piercing the skin like bruises.

(To Dream of Sunset Later in The Day)

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I was a young boy who read and played, a grumpy one with swollen eyes and wakeful spirit at night. Never had I denied or take things too seriously. But what a gruesome thing it was when my 5-year-older sister of mine, enslaved me to mend her problems. I was a statue during such period, to be shouted at the park and no one would bother to care at the statue. Though I know she has a good heart buried deep down under her dark eyes and curly hair. I always wish for a brother to accompany me. An older brother who lives in the attic and would knock three times before he goes to sleep.

But correct me if I'm wrong;
What we often fear, is the thing we love and want the most.

(A Knock Echoes Inside His Mind)

(short stories)