The stranger and her family
She took a deep breath, the air was cold and moist. In the middle of the night, she stood outside and looked in on the four houses, four houses closely placed together.
All lights were out, only one house with lights still on, someone stood looking out the window. As if he looked right at her. For him, she was no one but a stranger standing on the sidewalk, in the middle of the night. To her, he was family.
Her uncle turned away, disappeared into the living room and out of sight. The house next door, used to belong to her grandparents, she had spent so much time there, played, cryed, sleept, laughed, it was ages ago. They were both gone now, her grandparents, but her uncle had taken over their house. The third house, she felt as if her heart sank into her stomach, she wanted so badly to go up to the front door, knock, ring the doorbell, but she is no one but a stranger passing by, with an empty heart, she got into a cab and drove away, away from her family whom she was rejected from. Her fathers house, his family, her relatives.
How nice it would be if she could one day feel the companionship and own feelings of belonging, see her children and husband walking through those doors, as if they were visiting family.
If you have children, keep them close to your heart so you get your own kids, not strangers and remember to keep them warm and make your children feel welcome.
Just a stranger with strange feelings, strange family, strange city, cold country.
Sweet dreams!
~Belinajewel~
