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Do you remember that day?

You was in a hurry, repairing your rusty bowl. Ms.Helen danced around with her pretty blue soup bottles, trying to pay your captured attention. Advantage of civil life, no one have right reasons to indicate you. Drying wood, destroy the pests, and factory will lift you up. 

Big salty drop appeared on your dusty nose. That morning I passed away. Stone under your leg screamed with creepy sound. Your face was the same, one second before and second after.

-F...ing rain! Wait there! I need to finish this f...ing car.

Another call. Ms.Helen answered the phone and closed her face with leisure hand. 

Orange smell covered her apron. Hair alluring down the shoulders. You came from the back and hugged her slowly.

Breathe. Heavy and loud. Phone didn’t stop ringing. You were standing like that all the morning. 

Golden light from the window suddenly disturbed our memories. 

— Why he, not me, Helen? Tell me, I was bad father?

    Her eyes was full of rain. 

— Sure, No. You did your best. We can’t control everyone.

— I built the life to give him mine. And what he did? Is it a f...ing “Thank you”? He want me to suffer till the end?

— Obligate devotion, hun. Give life, look death. All the people going through this lessons.

— For what? Life with open eyes, like nothing happened? Smile again? For whom?

— For people that gone. They know your secrets, your moods and thoughts. They help you to reborn. To forget the past and start new life.

— F...ing life.

I always liked Ms.Helen, she honestly loved my reborn father, one second before and second after...