I remember a day of happiness from my childhood. Running home
from school with great excitement and an overflowing desire wanting to tell mum
about the praise I got for taking part in a poem reading competition. The sun
was shining and the hot air chaperoned me through the streets to the place where
mum worked. I remember shouting from a distance to her and waiving the cert
being so proud for making her so proud of me, she must be proud I kept thinking
when she hears what happened. And she pointed to someone, I did not see in my
blinded joy of happiness: ‘You should still say hello whatever happened and be
polite.’ And my joy in a split of a second has disappeared, it was not
important any more, it was wrapped in a polite word and thrown into the deep
see of feeling nothing, but nonsense. Many years passed, but the scene is still
repeated when happiness follows me home and all I want is the joy to be shared,
not halved.
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