As I walk I think about two minutes ago I was alone and I was walking on a road that has no asphalt. Therefore it is often hot because the sun beats strong all day, and only when it sets that I go home, physically tired but still very mentally active to finally continue the day at home.

I was born about twelve and a half years ago, in a country where there are other cities almost close because the nearest city is located a hundred kilometers from where I live so when you need something I go on foot and if luck is with me I can find a lift from someone going in the same direction, but to reach one of them it takes time, a long time; unfortunately I don't have time because my mom's sister, my aunt, is sick and that's why it's up to me to look for medicines to make her feel better or she will be worse than before.

But it was a pity that the first time was difficult because we didn't know what it was and how to do it; luckily now it's different because the doctor came to see her, and above all because we now know what to do and how to treat her.

In my family there is me, who am an only child then there is my mother, a beautiful person but when she gets angry it is better if you are not around, because something bad can happen.

My aunt also lives in the same house, who hasn't moved from bed since she got sick and can hardly speak, luckily there is my uncle who decided to quit his previous job because he got up very early to go back to home very late, so he found a job near home where he can return to us in the afternoon, to his family and thus being able to afford to buy more medicines to make his aunt feel good.

When I don't go to school I help my uncle in his work, in fact in the summer when I go with him and we go home I am very tired but very happy because I see that he too smiles and I think he is happy because his boss has paid more and so can help aunt.

But when I go to school, my uncle doesn't want me to go help him because he says that if I don't study I'll be a pacifier and he won't take anyone to work because people who can't speak well don't want anyone.

This is why we made a pact: when I finish school, during the holidays or when I don't go to school during the holidays I go with him to work but I have to respect the rules he told me to follow, in practice they are nothing but the rules that everyone must respect.

It went on like this for several years.

One day I was thinking that of all I had, a nice big house, with a garden, a brother to whom I would teach everything I learned by myself, for example, I would teach him how to ride a bicycle or how to climb over railings or walls without getting bad even if they were taller than me,

I would have taught him everything I knew how to read and write, I would have read him many fairy tales or why not even fantastic adventures of pirates, of the fairy world or things like that to make him fall asleep, yes, I would have done as a brother, as a father and all that no I had: a family.

Now only my aunt is left of the family that even if there is only me to take care of her I feel that my uncle, my mother, and my little brother (who was never born) are always with us, even if they are not present on the Earth, even if I'm not here in flesh and blood,

I feel their presence when I go shopping, when I am in the room next to the one where my aunt sleeps, I feel that they are there even when I leave home to go towards the sea:

the place where my mother always went, she liked it very much and I knew it because I saw the serenity in her eyes, I saw that she was calm and always happy.

When it was winter and I had finished all my homework we went for long walks on the beach together and in the summer we spent whole days, it was his refuge,

for me it is the only thing that unites me to my mother since she is gone, it is as if seeing the sea, the breaking waves, the roar of the foam that forms with the surf, she made me serene and happy, as she was when we came here.

For me, everything I owned had very little importance, she was enough for me only her; her smile so warm that it warms an ice cube, so sweet that it is sweeter than the honey that has remained hidden there on the shelf, because mother with honey prepared the most delicious things in the world.

Another thing that I will never forget about my mom is the smile that melts everything, I will never forget her eyes and her laugh because they are the characteristics that make her special: her eyes were like mine but much more beautiful,

if you lingered only on his eyes it was the end because you risked drowning in them, yes drowning in them because they were sometimes as clear as the clear sky and sometimes like the stormy sea: they were the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen.

(As I called them when I was younger "the eyes of the angel").

My mom's laugh was like a melody, like that sweet harp sound, a soothing sound because it was light, very genuine and warm that warms you from within like a dragon fire that doesn't burn or like the will-o'-the-wisps that drive you on right away while you have this sound in your ears.

His was not just a laugh because when I listened to it, it was as if he were singing a melody, yes a melody but without words, a melodic sound, like that of the angels that when you listen to it you would stay there doing nothing just listen, and this melody takes you so much that as soon as it finishes you don't remember what you were doing before, you have the feeling of being stunned.

My mom was a special person, really very special that I don't know how to describe her, maybe the right words don't exist. Maybe you don't even need to search for words to remind me of her, of my mom.

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