After 15-16 minutes of driving, we were already in front of his house.He was driving the car. He stopped the car and looked at me. I was sitting next to him, on the right.
-Are you ready?
He asked me.
- I do not know.
I looked at his happy face and asked:
- You are not a serial killer. Right?
At the same time, two boys were sitting by the fireplace in a big house. with angry and upset faces. They were tired.They were sitting on the chairs. The one sitting on the left had green eyes. He looked angry and sad. He was looking at the fireplace and thinking about many things.
-Where did she go?
- Where else can she be ?
The boy sitting on the right looked much sadder. He felt a loss.He kissed a girl today, the girl he loved for years,but something was wrong. Instead of being happy, he was sad.Now he had a girlfriend, beautiful and intelligent. He loved her for a long time. He spent hours thinking how to tell her about his feelings. He thought how happy they would be,but now instead of being happy, he is sad.
- Where did she go? It is already late.
- Is she angry with me?
Instead of his girlfriend, he thinks about a completely unknown girl. He thinks about a girl who met him in his room with a towel.
But sadder than these two boys is the third boy. The boy who drove the car. His wife is sitting next to him. The wife who doesn't remember him. He cannot touch her, hug or kiss her,but he doesn't think about himself. He is sad because of his little daughter. Because of the daughter who needs her mother, but her mother doesn't remember her.
Who do you think is sadder? First boy, second boy or third boy? Or maybe the girl who is in the thoughts of all three.
I don't know who is sadder, but i know one thing for sure. About a small, lovely girl who is at home and waiting for her father. Soon she will be very very happy .