>>Hael (Childhood)
I never wanted to remember my father. He was the man who left my mother after promising her he would come back to her but never did.
My mother and I lived in a pretty isolated place. It was a serene place, we lived in a furnished cottage by the river in the middle of a vast field. But as far as my memories go, I only remember my mother waiting for the human she fell for, but with each passing day in which he made no contact with her, she seemed to grow more absent-minded.
These are distant memories, it starts from her being angry, and then those feelings shifting to isolation.
As the golden hues of sunset paint the sky, I sat in the field making a flower garland. One my mother had taught me before my father left. I kept glancing at her while I made that garland while she sat with her back to me. The sun painted her with its colors while her eyes searched for someone who was never coming back.
