(FOLLOW THIRD PERSON)

Since meeting the little girl with the pink dress and the lovely coconut-tipped hair, for some reason, Devan's heart suddenly aroused a new emotion. Although I know that love at this age is too small and inappropriate, but if you keep it in your heart, who knows?

But how funny, how can children's feelings be hidden? In less than a week, the whole family noticed that something was wrong with the youngest son, just sitting around, looking out the window and occasionally smiling lightly, seemingly very happy. When the whole family saw their son like that, they panicked, and the mother secretly watched the next few days and found that the symptoms continued to be the same, lacking something even worse.

So that day, the three members of the family met.

"What's wrong with him?"

Collins asked.

"Hey! Keep your voice down or your brother will hear us."

Mom said.

"I don't think he have time to hear us darling."

Dad said. Mom glared at dad. The family surreptitiously watched their son from the kitchen.

"It's like that again. God!"

Dad went up. Devan was sitting on the windowsill, his eyes dreamily looking out at the sky, out the soft golden rays of the sun, occasionally reaching out his hand to caress the window glass.

"Will you stop? I think maybe he is depressed."

Mom said dad and Collins turned, surprised. Dad slowly said:

"Darling, according to my expertise, I don't think this is depression like you say, my friend has a child who used to be depressed. It's different from this, dear."

"So what do you mean by depression?"

"Depression is sadness, loss of appetite, always melancholy mood, sometimes even weight loss. But look at our child, he still eats normally."

Mother nodded.

"You're right, but it wasn't like this before. It's suddenly like that now, it's strange."

"Or does he know how to love, mommy, daddy. Don't you think so?"

Collins only spoke now, all eyes were on the boy again. Mom shook her head, smiling.

"You're so funny, Collins, your sister is only eight, what's she to love? What a unique idea."

"Your mother's right, Collins, that's impossible."

Dad agrees. Collins was so upset hearing that, the boy jumped to his feet.

"Mom keeps saying he's depressed, how can he be depressed. My friend Henry is also depressed, his face always looks like a gloomy rainy day, while Devan he's not like that. He knows love for sure. "

Collins crossed his arms over his chest. The mother asked the boy:

"Love? Love who?"

Collins hesitated, then remembered the boy saying:

"The girl he met two years ago."

Mom and Dad listened to it and were dumbfounded. Indeed true! Two years ago, when Devan was six years old, the whole family had a very special meeting with a little girl in a pink dress, hair tied with a coconut tree, and from another world: "The world beyond the wardrobe."

"Could it be..."

"God! I didn't think of it at all. Can't believe it! Could it be..."

Mom stammered. At that time, she remembered that she and her husband had brought her home together, but when they only stopped at a large pine tree nearby, the rest was left for the girl to go on her own. They weren't with her so they didn't know.

"What's that girl's name? Collins you know?"

Dad asked. Collins was startled, then rolled his eyes and replied:

"Sabrina. That's right, it's Sabrina because I remember Devan calling her name cute back then."

[...]

Five months have passed, the wardrobe is still there, still lying dormant in the attic. This huge and ancient mansion is lived by only two elderly grandparents, they are looking forward to the summer vacation because then their two granddaughters will fly from the US and stay with them for the rest of the vacation. At six o'clock in the morning, the smell of omlette eggs and bacon wafts through the mansion, grandpa is sitting in front of the house, sipping early morning coffee.

"Here's your food. Careful for the heat."

Grandma brought out a plate of food from the house, which contained eggs, bacon, two slices of fragrant bread, and a pretty little jar of jam. Grandfather turned and said:

"Just leave it alone for a while, I can do it myself."

"What nonsense. Now there are two old people together, if I don't take care of you, who will?"

"I know, I know. Thank you."

Then he took the plate of food from his wife, put it down on the small folding table, looked left and right as if searching for something, and asked:

"So you don't eat?"

"I plan to eat later."

"Oh God! When she eats, what's the point of me eating it now? It's so sad to eat alone, just move up here and eat with me."

"But I'm not hungry."

"Let's just move up and then sit down and drink coffee."

Not knowing how to argue back, the grandmother had to go inside and move out another part. Outside, my grandfather quickly prepared a chair for her, then made her a cup of milk coffee, the brown color of coffee in the early morning sunlight turned into a beautiful color.

"I've got a chair ready for you. Give it to me and I'll put it down."

He took the meal skillfully and put it down on the table, and she sat down next to him. He handed her a cup of coffee and said:

"I'll make it for you. You like coffee with milk right?"

She smiled and took the coffee, stirred it and took a few sips.

"See? I said eating two is more fun."

He laughed.

"You're just making an excuse not to eat alone, right?"

Being "caught red-handed", he smiled brightly and put an arm around her shoulder. Two old people sit silently under the English morning sky.

"Can you see some sunshine this morning?"

She opened up.

"Yes, but those gloomy gloomy days make me feel so depressed."

He replied.

"When will he and his wife and two children come back?"

This time it was his turn to ask.

"I just called him, he said it's two weeks from now. Because right now the oldest child is having an exam. When the exam is over, the whole family will fly home."

"I'm so looking forward to meeting them. They must be grow up now, aren't they?"

[...]

Devan was now a twenty-three-year-old grown man, and Collins was twenty-five. As time went by, in his heart still imprinted the image of the little girl with the pink dress that year, which could not be faded.

His mind is always on that girl, many times he tries to push it away but after a few days it is back there. Helpless, he let that girl take over his mind. At that time, he loved to read poetry, especially Pushkin's poetry, but because he was not good at writing, he couldn't make a complete poem even if he crushed his brain, so he had to borrow Pushkin's poetry to speak for his heart.

He remembered asking his mother about the old girl the other day and how her parents brought her home. Mom told him the whole thing. That night, waiting for the whole family to fall asleep, he woke up, changed, and walked out of the house. It is mostly winter here, especially when the night falls, it will be cold to the skin.

His feet walked on the cold snow, walking in the dark with the sound of the night wind. When he reached the big pine tree his mother had told him about, he hesitated for a moment. Is this wise or not? Is it recklessness or, on the contrary, foolishness, putting oneself in danger? Thinking for a few minutes, he moved on, moving forward. Sometimes he turn to the back, but in this dark night, he is the only one. He was alone, reckless, brave in the cold night forest.

As he walked forward, the trees became more and more dense, making it somewhat difficult for him, using his hand to push the leaves away to see the final path because he accidentally tripped on a nearby tree and fell forward.

He heard a heavy thud, he smelled the faint smell of oak. He got up in a panic to find himself in an enclosed space, shrouded in darkness and the smell of oak. He staggered to find his way out when suddenly his hand touched something causing it to snap open and once more he fell forward, sprawled on the cold ground.

[...]

That's hurt! Devan stood up, rubbed his arms, and looked around. Oh my God! Where is this? Amazing! He was standing in a different space, no longer tall pine trees or cold winter, but instead a rather small room, ground floor, glass windows with dim moonlight pouring in from outside. .

Could it be this cabinet...Devan spun around, he walked over and put his hand on the cabinet. It's a miracle! At first glance, it was just an ordinary wardrobe, but unexpectedly, it was a portal to two parallel worlds. An idea suddenly popped into his head, he picked up a piece of wood that had been thrown on the ground, and gently carved it on the cabinet. Sometimes he turned to the back because if he was found here by someone, it wouldn't be good.

Don't know how long it took, but after a while, a guy put the piece of wood back to its place, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at his work. On the cabinet now appeared four lines of Pushkin's poetry.

"I accidentally met you
Then accidentally miss
Life is unintentionally cruel
So we love each other.

January 22nd. Borrowing poetry from Puskin."