It was night,
there was a lot of fog and the cold began to numb the skin, in
the dark shadow he was walking with tired steps on a country
road, where vegetation grew thicker and thicker, almost closing
the path. he separated the Thorny bushes with his hands so he
could see a small building, which at its best was a cottage, but
only ruins were left standing.
entered to the place.
waiting for you" a soft voice echoed.
It was the
voice of a child, he turned his head to a corner and saw a small
lump sinking his face on a book. there was no candles or any
light source, but a glow filled the room.
She stood up
and held the book up to his eyes and began to read quietly,
almost inaudible, suddenly everything became clear, as if it were
waiting for a long time, since I gave my life so you could live
yours, I knew one day you would come to return the favor, and I
knew that day would be today ... Papa."
The man pressed
his hands against his face trying to understand the situation,
but his head seemed empty.
-dad ... don't
you remember me? ... I want to hear how you have spent the last
fifteen years on my absence, were you happy mom and you? How is
the life of my little brother? ..
memories started to flow, as the current of a river during a
storm. The man fell to his knees, took his hands away from his
face and stared into the eyes of the child.
-Dalia, you are
my Dalia, - whispered the man.
She smiled when
heard her name, it was like a confirmation that she has not been
- My little
girl, I have nothing to tell you, these past few years, I did
nothing but screw it, I wasted all these years, please forgive