The place had no soul or spirit left, and it was evident in the colourless walls, the unclean glasses, the empty eyes of the server who left me a menu card.
I’d never felt sadder at the prospect of not being a part of someone else’s story.
The infallible whiteness of the walls, the omnipresent smell of disinfectants, and the fields of artificial grass come back to me. Swimming before me are visions of smiling children and the legions of overworked childcare professionals constantly at their service. Every blink threatens to permanently relocate me to their world of ceaseless laughter.
It’s God’s funny way of reminding me that all that is received is a gift that is broken.
Me and hundreds of my brothers and sisters have been here for quite a long time now. At the very beginning, our family members numbered in the thousands, but due to deforestation,
“Remember, everything in this world happens for a reason. You may be unclear about its purpose now, but you will eventually find out. Never lose faith in yourself.’’
The bottles clanked. I hadn’t met her in years. But I was no longer able to take what was happening to me. And so, I gathered the courage and asked Maria for the meeting.
What is it that I long for? Is it just happiness or something unearthly?
