The man lying in the bed tried to look at the one who just entered the small room. First him, then followed a young girl. She smiled but it was a sad smile.
“Let me help you.” said the man and started to lift him.
The old man said nothing, but you could see on his face it was not easy. Not easy just lying there all day long, not easy standing. He continued to look at the two strangers. He recognized the man, he came to visit before, but the girl… it was something about her, something so familiar.
“Do you know who she is?”
He grumbled something hard to understand.
“She is Maya, my daughter. Your granddaughter.” Continue reading “Sorrow”