Let the Past End

about it put me to sleep at a ridiculously early hour. To pass the time, I played with my phone. A Facebook window loads. Friend by fr

ble to identify the owner

ning!" I embrace the

's. That music has some powerful tunes. They engage in a great deal of dancing. Some Karen has b

pread rumors baffles me. The rumors c

e left her since she looked ugly. Now that she's

she was destitute, but she actually isn't. She's adopted a

I suppose. The man

n't pay any attention to it. Don't give me the chance to win. Therefore, e

t help but hit them. "That mother and daughter are prostitutes," which

is now sec

, I found myself staring at the ceiling. I think. What if I didn't let m

tions. I walked downstairs and immediatel

y. In a kind gesture, I bent ov

e, "Good mornin

n my plate. I was thinking about the individual who wrote the letter and who had texted me while I was eating. I'm curious as to the n

like a weapon of mass destruction. My mother had questioned me in an anxious tone

t place the identity of this person. Who else could possibly wait so long for me? I lied to my mother and said, "Oh, no

Father. I gave my mom a hug and a kiss and told her I'd be leaving first. I went a

rable to be outside in the sun. The wind kee

sat down on a chair beneath the towering tree. These days, crowds of people are co

world, right, Dad?"

ed to hammer on the nail. He hit his finger in a rush to complete my residence. To be honest, what he did wasn't

." The phrase "I'll do anything

ear from him is cursing. If he knows who I am at all, I have no idea. Because he never once addressed me by my given name, instead using substitutes like "hello," "kid," "psst," and so on.

was still a young kid. I have never been naive in this world. I s

his is how I must sound to a baby. I fiddled with