What if you've never been alone all your life and yet you're uncertain about whether someone has stood by your side?
A little journey between here and there.
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A story about an encounter that made one question whethe...
When I mentioned you, people questioned my sanity. They conveyed to me that you were someone I created to be my friend. A friend who was rather old and always remained the same. It seemed out of place to me.
I didn't know who you were, whether you were my friend or something like a guardian. Regardless of what it was, you remained in my sight.
You showed me the correct way to hold a pen, drew with me, taught me to spell my name, and many other things. I was grateful, even though your instructions were not easy to follow.
As I feared playing with other children, you helped me. I could feel your hand on my shoulder. I had never felt your touch before. You were confused because you didn't believe you were capable of touching me. I wasn't. There was always a part of me that believed you were real.
I still have faith in that.
The warmness of your hand reminded me of the sunbeams that are cherished after a long winter.
I was still hesitant to engage with other children because you were all that mattered to me. You pushed me to them, even though I knew you felt hurt by letting me go.
At that time I didn't understand your pain. Sometimes I still don't understand it.
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