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My life is pretty normal and easy to follow, I basically follow the same routine: Wake up, take care of mama, go to work, eat lunch, give mama her meds, sleep. That's the way it's been since she got sick and I got used to it quickly, guess she thought me from an early age because she knew that she wouldn't be able to stand by my side when I reached adulthood.
But there's no time to think about it and cry, no, I have to be productive, tears are for later when the sky is so dark that the stars look like a splash of white paint or they look like the eyes of someone so far away you can't make their figure. That's the time to cry, not now that I'm kissing mama's forehead goodbye so I can go back into my job.
I'm the delivery man and I like it, seeing folks greet me with smiles as I passed them their mal is one way of making my day better and want to keep going, I also like to ride my bike while the wind goes past my long hair and it's so refreshing.
I've had problems in the post office because of my hair but I never took them too seriously, I've always said I'll never cut it, never! So imagine how I felt when this morning I just stand while my boss fires me on the spot to hire a random girl... And all for my hair.
God, this couldn't get worse, my stomach feels empty and like a void takes over it, mama is gonna be so disappointed when she finds out, the hospital bills just gets more expensive and the money is less and less every year. I can't keep thinking straight so I walk around town in hopes of a job offer to fall into my feet, but no, everything is going out of business and everyone is moving out or finding jobs out in the city.
This was never the plan, this was never in the routine, what other thing could I do besides going to the swings to feel pity for myself? It's a habit of mine, just swinging while my body seems like it flies, like the world just stops while my body moves, while my mind races and my thoughts get all messy. I did it when mama got sick, swinging my feet while the seat went up and then back, tears running down while my tiny hands gripped on the metal chains.
Minutes or hours go by, my eyes glued to my feet dangling back and forth and I try to find a solution, I give up so I let my body fall into the grass doing a little roll, now I feel the warm grass that got hit with sunlight since the early morning, it's itchy but a familiar feeling, maybe I can rest.
...
That sounds.. Is it a car? But it sounds bigger..
My body turns so I can look right at where that sounds comes from, it's something big, then I realize it's a van, a really messed up and falling van, the metallic sounds get louder as it gets closer to where I lay, the engine sounds like it wants to die and rest in peace, the paint is scratched in some areas, it's even dented on the front but not too much to end it's life, maybe just a stop and a look at the engine, fredh paint and some old tricks on the metal could do the work.
As I daydream about the shiny mechanism I only snap out of it when the engine finally turns off, there's a bit of rustle inside the van before the driver's door is opened.
And the most beautiful boy I could ever see in my whole life steps out, he has wild curly hair, so manny round locks of hair that I can't help but want to touch and see my hand get lost in it. His clothes are something that surprise me, so dark and filled with tiny homemade details, like the stitches on his black jacket, like the broken zipper, like the chain that obviously didn't come with the jeans. His fingers have so many rings, I'm curious if he has a different story for each one, they fit so perfectly that I want to grab his hands and just watch them for hours.
Then he turns around.
And I see those big dark brown eyes, they're filled with emotions I can't recall, except of one, relief. His mouth slowly draws a smile, his teeth are visible and he has dimples too, does he smile a lot? I really want to see him smile forever, he has a round nose that just seems perfectly placed in between all his features.
And then he talks.
"Hey there, sorry, can you help me find some tools for my baby?"