Blood is....
Thicker than water.
Is it?
Since saturday I have serious doubts abt that.
Tears are rolling down again while driving in my car.
My car...my baby....my freedom....my only possesion.
I reach out for my sunglasses.
So I can hide my face.
During the day behind a mask and if necesairy behind my wall but in my car my sunglasses are my protection to hide from the world.
In front of me there is a little boy. He is watching me behind the windshield of the car he is in. His protection from the cruel world.
He is laughing and waving at me.
At first I was like....you can wave what you want but im not in the mood to wave back.
But he cant help the misery im in. And he was trying so hard to cheer me up.
So through out my tears I managed to smile and I wave back.
The car turned and he kept waving.....and smiling.
The way my own blood ruined my day that little stranger .....made my day.
Ilong4U, vrouw, 123 jaar
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