21st January 2046
The brown leaves rustled as I walked through the garden. It's my 23rd year in marriage; I knew him when we're 16. I'm glad that we're still together, with respect to all that we've been through.
It was - what, 35? - years since I last saw her. Pretty, smiling dazzlingly all too often, in my mind during the day, in my dreams throughout my sleep. I missed her. Seriously. People often say that there's a gleam in her eyes whenever they saw her; full of hope, always optimistic. People rarely saw her hurt nor in pain. They often said I'm her opposite: pessimistic, but having a more sophisticated mindset. They rarely find me crying though.
I wandered back in the living room, recalling my memories about her. She's clingy, never a negative one; she's chatty, only when I'm silent; she likes My Melody, loves to eat seaweed during recess; she is my opposite, yet similar all along.
*knock*
Who could it be? I've been living alone since he passed away; yes it's kinda lonely here, but I couldn't bear the thought of sharing a house with any others ever since his end. I couldn't think of anyone who'd come to my door at this hour of the day.
Turning the doorknob, streaks of evening sunlight lit the room. There stood a young, lean 6-year-old. "Good evening ma'am. Mummy's mad at me; can I stay here for a while?"
"Of course dear, come on in," She scurried into the room and onto the couch. "Call me Silvia, not 'ma'am'." I wonder how could she look that alike, the brown curls tied in pigtails, the rosy cheeks that pinked at smiling, the pink mini skirt that fits perfectly ...
"Silvie, would you mind to share your snack with me? I love seaweed." Pleading with those dooey eyes, she gave me a puppy face.
That's all it takes to let the tears in my eyes spill out - it is her.
"Come over Andromeda," How's heaven, my guardian angel?
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