The next day I woke up even earlier than the first day, you know, as an old granny [99 or 111 years old one],I didnt need to sleep much. I dressed myself up, headed to the laker step by step, hard but fun as i was counting my steps accurately, I felt lucky and grateful because at such an age, I was still healthy and brainy, what's more, an obedient and lovely kid was with me. Life treated the old granny tenderly.
Couple of minutes later, I arrived at the laker and sat on a swing. It was so quiet, I guess just the clean and bright moon and I were awake at that time. Staring at the dear moon drove me back to the past. I was too old to do anything but look back my long history, especially at such an undisturbed vibe. Suddenly I felt sentimental and lonely. All the familiar old friends left me one bye one. I just wanted to cry and release my mood, but I was afraid of breaking the silence and waking the resting laker up. Then I tried to think of the happy moments of my life, until the red light on the horizontal distracted me. Mr.Sun was on the way and somehow I felt a bit excited. I was waiting his rising patiently and peacefully on the swing. Finally I saw his whole warm and passionate face hang on the azure sky.
When I was back home slowly, the kid had already prepared the breakfast.[we enjoyed a life of the kind that go to work at sunrise and go home at sunset] I growed old, but my stomach still worked well and I ate a lot.lol...After breakfast the kid reminded me it was Monday and he had to go back to class, then he sat in his retractile schoolbag and flew away. Ok, I was alone this day. I hided myself in my safe studyroom as I usually did in the past. As I got nothing to do, I picked my diary up from the bookshelf and started to read them. And the diary were like a time machine, reading them, I saw a lot of different me in different stages. It was a bit weird af if I was reading another one’s life stories. Can you know that feeling?
I was suddenly overwhelmed by a strong feeling of lonelyness, sorts of feelings of missing, up surged from heart and recalled the past memories. Ugg, I missed my childhood, I missed my family, I missed my friends, I missed the sea life and the grasslands life, I missed...A string of naughty tears came from the corner of my eyes on the sly, ran down my cheeks, then dropped onto the yollowing diary...
To be continued......
Comments
We all have the chance to savour that feeling some day! hehehe
Thank you Mickey. I see the creativity. Please never stop. Life is full of many situations that inspire us to write. Keep going.
Anyway i love your serial blog niece, you've already killed me with a curiosity for the next chapter. However, I like the way you using metaphor, it's very beautiful.
Niece, If you were 99 or 111 years old. I would be history then :'(
Dear Mick,
Don't put me in too much suspense. Heheheh. I want to know the ending. Good story telling. Looking forward for Chapter 4.