You stand outside your old house, and everything looks the same.
You can almost feel the sun on your skin and the dried up tears from that day you found the bird.
But don't think about that. Not now.
Think about the smell of grass, and how you laughed a lot.
Think about that summer when all the other kids became tall but you stayed the same.
But okay. Let's get back to that bird.
It was beautiful, and you thought it was alive for a while. You stared at it and hoped and hoped it would fly away.
But it didn't.
Was that the day your childhood disappeared? Was that the day you turned to stone and began to have a hard time smiling?
You used to be so happy, but then that bird couldn't fly and you moved from that house and suddenly became older.
You tried to forget it, But now you're outside your old house. You're lifting your hand, gently, just a little bit...
You touch the wood, whose colour slightly resembles blue, and for the first time in many years you feel as if you're home.