Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Shoot Me, I'm Already Dead by Julia Navarro

Mohammed listened to Samuel's confession in silence. He did not need to say what he knew in words, but he understood Samuel's need to express the infinite tenderness he had felt for Dina. He needed to express it as well, but to whom? He felt alone and would feel alone for the rest of his life, because that is the sadness that comes when you lose your parents. The father is the roof, the mother is the floor, and when both are gone, the countdown to one's own disappearance begins, and there is nothing supporting you. You are left alone in thin air.

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