She’s 8 or 10; she’s at a birthday party. All her friends are screaming
of joy, running all around, dancing. She is hiding in the toilet and all she
can think about is how to erase the traces of her crying red eyes.
She could not control the tears; the intense happiness of the others
would make her feel just profoundly sad.
She was so young and felt so old;
like a sad old man.
She could never comprehend the origin of this latent sadness in her but
after years of cohabitation with this old sad man, she could finally draw his
face.
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