Post by account_disabled on Dec 3, 2023 1:46:11 GMT -5
He'll be back, maybe he hid to surprise her," he said, leaving her alone. The woman began to wander around the amusement park, calling out her son's name, but no one answered her. Those who passed her gave her a curious look and passed her by. It started to rain. First a fine drizzle, which caressed her hair almost without getting it wet. Then she turned into a thunderstorm that drenched her in a few minutes. But the woman continued to look for the child, screaming to overcome the sound of the water falling. «Zefiiiiii!» Zefirino, among the clouds, recognized his mother.
He saw her running here and there, calling out for him, desperately looking for him among the awnings and silent stalls. He tried to call her, but he remembered that the clouds could not speak, but only cry. And so, in that moment of sadness and loneliness, he cried all the nostalgia for his mother and the life she had before her, for school and classmates, for the games Phone Number Data and moments of happiness that he would never have again. She cried until she was wasted away, until she melted into drops of sugary rain. The woman fell exhausted to her knees on the soaked ground, surrendered to impotence and the fatality of fate.
She raised her eyes to the sky and welcomed the rain that would wash away the tears of her despair. She felt the water hit her face and she opened her mouth and the taste of that rain reminded her of something she had eaten a long time ago, many many years ago, when she was a child, when she was the age of her son and his father he had bought cotton candy. That rain was sweet. Then he understood. He understood that he would never see his son again, his Zefi who had become a spun child, his Zefi who he took to school and who was now raining down with that fairy-sweet rain in his last goodbye.
He saw her running here and there, calling out for him, desperately looking for him among the awnings and silent stalls. He tried to call her, but he remembered that the clouds could not speak, but only cry. And so, in that moment of sadness and loneliness, he cried all the nostalgia for his mother and the life she had before her, for school and classmates, for the games Phone Number Data and moments of happiness that he would never have again. She cried until she was wasted away, until she melted into drops of sugary rain. The woman fell exhausted to her knees on the soaked ground, surrendered to impotence and the fatality of fate.
She raised her eyes to the sky and welcomed the rain that would wash away the tears of her despair. She felt the water hit her face and she opened her mouth and the taste of that rain reminded her of something she had eaten a long time ago, many many years ago, when she was a child, when she was the age of her son and his father he had bought cotton candy. That rain was sweet. Then he understood. He understood that he would never see his son again, his Zefi who had become a spun child, his Zefi who he took to school and who was now raining down with that fairy-sweet rain in his last goodbye.