Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundson the wood both with her with white hands. We triedto put off the chains, but a policeman climbed up thesteps and told to us not to put off the chains to ourmother otherwise they would take her away, not leavingto stay with us.Was it a dream? Or a mysterious force that gave us apunishment to estimate better our mother? After yearswe were convinced that this was a revolution that wouldbe coped with so pain! While we were thinking how tofeed and move her and take to bathroom she as if understandour problem, with an uncontrolled moansmiled and asked us some food.One of us took off the chains and she with free handstightened two first buttons then began to eat as hungryand timid as an unknown person in her house. The greatshock had frightened our tears and I don’t understandeven now how could we found the forces and be so carefultoward her in that moment. In the moment a personis in the kingdom of happiness he doesn’t take attentionthe people that gave it to him, but since the momenthe became a beggar he prayed even for mercy. Wehad not still understood that without mother love anythingelse was important! We called this happiness ourright and her compassion as her duty. Now we felt thatthe love of every mother was not something terrestrial.Now that we missed her we were amazing before it! Allthe life would fight now to win a love that was similarto that of the mother! But no…We were real people foras time as her love was inside us. Strange! Our care forher made her suffer more. Lionesses stand up and wewere not dreaming, we had gained again the person thatwe were just loosing forever.88