Description
At first, I just sit there. The room is cool, but I am warmly dressed. The room is quiet, and through the ajar window I can hear the sounds of life outside, the muffled singing of people, the chatter of birds. I close my eyes. I see a small thread in front of me. It's tempting. I pull the thread. The thread is so thin it's hard to grasp. The further I pull, the thicker the thread gets. The thread gradually turns into twine and the twine into rope. What is this? My first toy? Why is it tied to this rope, I thought it was left in the house where I ran away with my mom. Then the first shoes I bought at the flea market, then the first cell phone, which was my father's last gift, then the textbooks I got from my cousin, then tears, then pain, then hope, then disappointment, then loss, then acceptance, then humility, then love.