Once, I Wrote a Story for No One to Read
This was meant to be a reflective journey of myself - on my younger days. This was never meant to be a story, but somehow my brain and heart and fingers made it so. Once, I wrote a story for no one to read. The story was about a boy who woke up on his birth-day. He woke up without anyone in his home - he couldn't find his father, mother and his only sister. Alone, he decided to leave the house to celebrate his own birthday. He walked to nearby cafe where he frequently visited with his sister not too far from their home. It was still too early for someone to go to a cafe, but it was his birthday and it was Sunday. He got nothing to do, he done all of his homework on Friday night. He got nothing to do except spending the day on his birthday. The cafe was small, but the inside was cozy and the boy find it like his second home. There were only five tables and ten chairs in total. The wall painted white and also does the furnitures. He knew that one of several person who served there - ...
