The One who could See
He had a mysterious expression, almost worrisome, as he looked for days at that same spot in the room, therefore, I stopped by the stairs and tried to catch his attention, and when he rang the doorbell and entered, he was so miserable that the lamp walked ahead of him on its own “You don’t see him? He lives with us,” he said, the others talked and laughed loudly (because of their fear, of course) and only the boy sat at the edge and also looked sadly at the same place. And I thought what makes us old was, perhaps, the same childhood that pushes us away, so after all, we won’t understand.
