It was another new day. The day had become humidly hot, and everybody started to complaint over the weather. The young boy finally took over his body from the long fever. However, the weather didn't make him feel comfortable to play outside, though it had been quite sometime for him. He dragged himself lazily to the coffee shop. He stared at the door. He didn't even have enough energy to push the lever
"Hello, boy. Come in?" The young lady came from behind him and was ready to push the door. The young boy nodded his head weakly. He dragged his two legs heavily inside the coffee shop.
Inside, the room was a lot more clement. The wind blew from the kitchen through the entrance door. The young boy put his butt on top of one of the high chairs in front of the bar. He put his head on the table, enjoying the sudden cold of the marble stone covering the table.
"Do you want something? Coffee?" The young lady shouted weakly from the kitchen.
"No, water is enough, thanks."
The young lady paused. She definitely didn't expect for the young boy to reply her nicely. 'The fever DID do something on him', she thought. She brought 2 glasses of cold water and put it on the table, one for each.
"Where is the owner?"
"She will come soon. She went to the cemetery this morning. She said, one of her old friends passed away, and she paid for a last visit."
The young boy played with his glass, "I wonder, how does it feel to lose someone really close to you?"
"Someone really close? It hurts of course. But, we have to let it go."
"How do we let it go?"
The young boy just recovered from the fever, but indeed, he was still the curious boy. The young lady kept silent awkwardly. She couldn't really answer the question. She was definitely not an expert in this area of conversation. 'Ow, Granny.. come here quick'. She screamed at heart. The young boy kept his eyes on to the young lady as she poured another serving of cold water to her own glass. It was a boiling hot day.
The sound of chime jingled as the door was pushed finally broke the awkwardness between them two.
"Hello, I am sorry I am late. The procession was quite long. Besides, we chatted a little, since it has been a very long time for us to meet each other." The old lady came in, spoke in a less excited tone than usual.
"Was it a good conversation?" The young boy came closer as he took the big bag over the old lady hand.
"Oh, thank you little boy. Well, it was awkward actually, since instead of a happy occasion, we met at the cemetery. There was definitely nothing joyful to talk about."
The old lady walked to the bar, gave a code to the young lady for a glass of water, and sat heavily on the chair.
"But..."
"But?" The young boy put the bag beside him, between him and the old lady, as he sat on the another chair. He was curious over the hanging word.
"But, as we spoke, slowly the old memories filled our conversation. We recalled all the good, funny, even sad memories amongst us. Then, we didn't feel that bad anymore over our dear friend's death."
"Is that how we let them go?"
"How to let them go?" The old lady was interested with the young boy's words. She took a look to her grand-niece.
The young lady moved her lips without any voices. 'He asked me about how we let go our dearest one', she said.
"Ah... I see," the old lady smiled and rubbed the young boy's head dearly.
Yet, the sun crept high in the sky, leaving its heat in that summer air.
"Hello, I am sorry I am late. The procession was quite long. Besides, we chatted a little, since it has been a very long time for us to meet each other." The old lady came in, spoke in a less excited tone than usual.
"Was it a good conversation?" The young boy came closer as he took the big bag over the old lady hand.
"Oh, thank you little boy. Well, it was awkward actually, since instead of a happy occasion, we met at the cemetery. There was definitely nothing joyful to talk about."
The old lady walked to the bar, gave a code to the young lady for a glass of water, and sat heavily on the chair.
"But..."
"But?" The young boy put the bag beside him, between him and the old lady, as he sat on the another chair. He was curious over the hanging word.
"But, as we spoke, slowly the old memories filled our conversation. We recalled all the good, funny, even sad memories amongst us. Then, we didn't feel that bad anymore over our dear friend's death."
"Is that how we let them go?"
"How to let them go?" The old lady was interested with the young boy's words. She took a look to her grand-niece.
The young lady moved her lips without any voices. 'He asked me about how we let go our dearest one', she said.
"Ah... I see," the old lady smiled and rubbed the young boy's head dearly.
Yet, the sun crept high in the sky, leaving its heat in that summer air.
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