There was a family photo right in front of me inside an old yellowish brownish frame that was hung on the wall the sides of the frame were cracked as well as the glass
at first, the family seemed quite normal a family of there a mother a father, and a son
as ı was standing the lady came she said that the woman in the photo was her sister the man was his husband and the little boy was their son
the mother seemed to have a standard face with the usual facial features nothing unique it was the same for the father ı assume he looked like every other man in their thirties and forties they both looked bland but the little boy between them had a look that was too familiar that was too dense that ı wasn’t even able to look at him for a couple of seconds the look in his eyes brought something that ı even forgot that ı knew it ı do remember my grandmother telling me the story ı remember all the details of the things that ı visualized hearing that story
it was talking about a boy ı never knew his age actually nor his name never heard it but ı know that the boy never felt like he was full never felt like he belonged nor that he fit in I remember the way he looked it was the same as the boy in that yellow frame
He was no different than any other kid his age he played like them and sang as them talked like them the only problem was that he never felt like he was at home
His family was in a quite good condition his mother was a pretty lady with short hair which was as black as ebony was in contrast with her pale white skin that looked almost ill his father a well-known man looked like every other man in the town with his mustache
they never really had any problems between them they were a good family you could say that
Whether you have a good family or don’t you still might not feel like you are at home or feel like you belong that’s actually where the story begins
our boy one day decides to escape the so-called home not because he doesn’t like his mother or father he truly loves them but he still does it “Like Christopher Columbus, he too burnt with the desire to set sail to the vast and discover new foreign land a land where he belongs
he walks for days for months for the longest time he goes there çömse here walks in circles comes back here goes back there visits every damn place to find where he belongs now ı am realizing that he was not at all like the others no he wasn’t but that’s not the point
after these long days he decided to take a break he sits under a big willow there his under eyes were as black and as ill as her mother his arms and legs looked bony like he haven’t have eaten any thin over the past decade he was now as old as his father it has been a long time since he didn’t saw them did he miss them who knows
he took a look at the things around him it looked like every other prairie nothing much nothing less
he was sitting under a tree that could have been seen from a mile away because it was the only tree in sight his eyes were slowly closing his lips opened up a tiny bit to breathe through he felt like he belonged for the first time in his life and that a full peace death may ı say.
The lady that was the sister of the woman in the photo told me that her sister and her husband died in a car crash but she didn’t mention the son so ı asked her, answer was quite familiar she said ‘they found him dead tree months after he escaped he was lying under a tree when the discovered his lifeless body ‘