Five years had passed since I was in Candela´s house playing, as an inocent girl, being lied by her family, wondering about having the best Sunday ever.
Five years had passed since I was 8 years old, since all my world was perfect, since I was very happy, and all my family too.
Five years since I had been crying inside, wanting him to come with me again. All this time, expecting that, one day, everything would be as when I was 8, waiting my world to become as perfect as in 2006. Today, after five years, I am still waiting with my eyes ful of tears, my heart being ill, dreaming about all my life being as perfect as in those days.
Five years ago, my life became worse and worse because of that horrible 28th of August from 2006, that day that made in my life a big hole.
I don´t know if I´m going to be better, but I would never loose the hope I have been having for five years. It is very simple, I don´t know what is going to happen next.
The only thing I know is my past and I would never forget that 28th August from 2006.
Short Story, L-L Writing
Agus Baibiene & Tini Turano
