KID
I was walking on pavement with the comfort my shoes gave to my feet. I valued the song of that morning which was tranquil yet gay, and few sound of my morning friends choired it. I called them friends because they were yet happy and fresh to greet their morning, and I liked them, though they didn’t see me, maybe because I wore fancy clothes. Actually, it was my singing that gave songs to their morning and that was my morning greeting to them, and I liked it, though they didn’t hear me, maybe because my voice was so satisfying to their ears. Most of them went inside McDonald’s, maybe they were thinking of what they were going to have for breakfast. I liked them, so I followed them as I also thought of what I’m going to have for breakfast! They were welcomed by the guard and greeted by the crews but not me; maybe because I was just a kid, I am so kind to them. Though they didn’t notice me with my kindness, I liked them, the guard, and the crews! Then, I was surprised about what I saw inside and felt very hungry as I smelled the air. But when I looked back, I saw Myself outside that was looking at my friends who were having their breakfast. Myself’s face was flat on the window pane begging my friends to let him in and his hands were asking for food. I shamed for Myself so I went out to reprimand him not to do that. But my coming to Myself made my singing fade out, my fancy clothes worn to shreds, my shoes left my feet, and the window pane separated me from my friends. Then I thought to Myself, how am I going to have breakfast now?
text & photo by BAGANE
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