He greeted me and asked me what my name was again, so I answered him and we talked about our day in school.

This guy was very kind to me and offered to help me with some homework after which he went down a new path to the left and without giving it more thought, I walked home.

While walking through my path I tried looking at things the way I did before I met the boy. I greeted the old man again who was gardening every Wednesday morning, something I hadn't been doing for a few years. I entered my formal favourite shoe shop that I stopped visiting and I tried to look at every building of the path instead of walking straight past them.

I couldn't unsee the dark fog that was hovering over my path, but I could at least try to appreciate what I had left.