Chapter 14
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Through land ride it took us 3 hours to arrive at the private property that my brother had been bragging about. But his face was tense and unreadable, like he was walking on thin ice.
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His face shows seriousness, while I am walking two steps behind him. Moderate winds blow his hair up making him look like he's in another world.
The silence is deafening, and I do not have any idea how to break this suffocating coldness that surround us.
He abruptly halted his steps, as I take two steps to stop beside him. His eyes are glimmering with tears, and I have forgotten to bring any handkerchief with me incase he breakdown and cry.
There are two expensively covered graves in front of us. Each of the grave was covered with an expensive stone that'll last long under weathering. He reach for my hand and drag me along.
I silently followed him, when the background came to notice. A large camomile tree stood five meters away from the graves as its leaves are falling to the ground, like snow in winter.
Silence engulf us once again, but this time he sit on the cleanly trimmed grass not caring if his stiffly ironed slacks get dirty or crumpled. He look at me and motioned for me to sit beside him. Then he stared right back at the graves.
"Do you not remember this place?"
I shake my head, saying no.
"Close your eyes then" he whispered softly
"Why?" I asked, but my voice cracked at the end
"Let's go back in time" he smiled sadly and hold my hand again. I begin to close my eyes, and all I could hear is the blowing wind with our faint breaths.
"I was seven years old and you were four, turning five. Mother and father prepared a basket of food. We took a safety route every Friday afternoon to play here. Mother was sweetly walking with father, as we see them smile. We were cute running figures, representing innocence and youth engulfed with freedom.
You were as delicate as a flower and as fragile as a glass. Whenever you're down nor upset I always tell you..."
From those lines I could here that little boy speaking in front of me.
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Through land ride it took us 3 hours to arrive at the private property that my brother had been bragging about. But his face was tense and unreadable, like he was walking on thin ice.
---
His face shows seriousness, while I am walking two steps behind him. Moderate winds blow his hair up making him look like he's in another world.
The silence is deafening, and I do not have any idea how to break this suffocating coldness that surround us.
He abruptly halted his steps, as I take two steps to stop beside him. His eyes are glimmering with tears, and I have forgotten to bring any handkerchief with me incase he breakdown and cry.
There are two expensively covered graves in front of us. Each of the grave was covered with an expensive stone that'll last long under weathering. He reach for my hand and drag me along.
I silently followed him, when the background came to notice. A large camomile tree stood five meters away from the graves as its leaves are falling to the ground, like snow in winter.
Silence engulf us once again, but this time he sit on the cleanly trimmed grass not caring if his stiffly ironed slacks get dirty or crumpled. He look at me and motioned for me to sit beside him. Then he stared right back at the graves.
"Do you not remember this place?"
I shake my head, saying no.
"Close your eyes then" he whispered softly
"Why?" I asked, but my voice cracked at the end
"Let's go back in time" he smiled sadly and hold my hand again. I begin to close my eyes, and all I could hear is the blowing wind with our faint breaths.
"I was seven years old and you were four, turning five. Mother and father prepared a basket of food. We took a safety route every Friday afternoon to play here. Mother was sweetly walking with father, as we see them smile. We were cute running figures, representing innocence and youth engulfed with freedom.
You were as delicate as a flower and as fragile as a glass. Whenever you're down nor upset I always tell you..."
From those lines I could here that little boy speaking in front of me.
Through land ride it took us 3 hours to arrive at the private property that my brother had been bragging about. But his face was tense and unreadable, like he was walking on thin ice. --- His face shows seriousness, while I am walking two steps behind him. Moderate winds blow his hair up making him look like he's in another world. The silence is deafening, and I do not have any idea how to break this suffocating coldness that surround us. He abruptly halted his steps, as I take two steps to stop beside him. His eyes are glimmering with tears, and I have forgotten to bring any handkerchief with me incase he breakdown and cry. There are two expensively covered graves in front of us. Each of the grave was covered with an expensive stone that'll last long under weathering. He reach for my hand and drag me along. I silently followed him, when the background came to notice. A large camomile tree stood five meters away from the graves as its leaves are falling to the ground, like snow in winter. Silence engulf us once again, but this time he sit on the cleanly trimmed grass not caring if his stiffly ironed slacks get dirty or crumpled. He look at me and motioned for me to sit beside him. Then he stared right back at the graves. "Do you not remember this place?" I shake my head, saying no. "Close your eyes then" he whispered softly "Why?" I asked, but my voice cracked at the end "Let's go back in time" he smiled sadly and hold my hand again. I begin to close my eyes, and all I could hear is the blowing wind with our faint breaths. "I was seven years old and you were four, turning five. Mother and father prepared a basket of food. We took a safety route every Friday afternoon to play here. Mother was sweetly walking with father, as we see them smile. We were cute running figures, representing innocence and youth engulfed with freedom. You were as delicate as a flower and as fragile as a glass. Whenever you're down nor upset I always tell you..." From those lines I could here that little boy speaking in front of me.
