THE UNEXPECTED OF A MEETING

see him. Where does he talk to his parents like that ?! And why doesn't he want to stay with his sister? I follow him to his room. -A : Get out of my room! me : No I don't go ou

condition that makes him breathe pretty bad, that he's very short of breath. Well, what I didn't tell you was that this disease was caused by an accident that my father had in his car. The accident was so violent that he narrowly got away with it. But the shock hit his lungs hard. What it causes him is as I told you, breathing difficulties but also pain in the torso. That's why he's taking medication. I was still a kid when my dad had this accident. But it's since that accident that everything has changed. The longer the years passed, the more I understood that my father had a great chance of dying, Allah Ster. All because of this accident. It destroyed our lives. Because of course my mother had to start working. She was a little less present at home to be able to pay for the medication to my father. We couldn't go out like before. Go play in the park, travel far from home, no, nothing. Then I had to go to work myself not wanting to leave my father in this situation. All that back to the hospital. Seeing my father lose a taste for life, it destroyed me. He did a lot of sprotive activities, he went out often, he took us on a trip, he did everything to make us happy. But staying at home, moving as little as possible disgusted him because he could do nothing for his family and felt useless. In short, let's say it wasn't easy at all. -P : I remain cloistered at home. Even working is you working for me. I'm not doing anything for you. me : Baba ! Stop saying that ! Even if it's more like before, we are very happy mom and me thanks to you ! It's not because you're here, that you move too much that it's over! tears in her eyes: She's right. Stop saying anything Serkan. I wipe away the tears that threatened to fall and will kiss my father's forehead, then hug my mother. me : I leave you, tsebhou hla kheir ! (Good night !) -P : Be careful on the road, tamam mi ? (D'accord ?) me : Merak etme. (T'concern pas) I'm leaving. In fact, the conversation just now cooled me down a bit, it reminded me of things I don't want to remember. I decide not to go home, I have to get some fresh air. I then go to a park, finally it is a public garden where you can walk quietly. So don't worry we're not in the forest or what, there are families, friends who are all the time there walking. I walk about twenty minutes. It feels good in the evening, it has pretty much put the ideas back in place. I pass by a bench but I don't sit there because there's a man sitting with his head in his hands. I go back and yes it is the person I was thinking about. Me : What are you doing here? He lifts his head. A : I return the question. And yes, it is Amir. Again once. me : I walk around. You ? A : I came to sit down. Me : Are you all right? I ask him because I found him with his head in his hands, as if he was thinking. A : .... me, starting to leave : Ok good, chao. A : I'm not well. I turn around. It surprised me. -A : But it does not matter, everyone fights the neck*laces of my life. I frown my eyebrows. How does everyone fight the neck* her life ? He has his family, a sister, a nephew. I don't know, but it seems to me me : Why do you say that? A: Because it is the truth. Anyway, as long as you're here, come on. He gets up and starts walking out of t