Walking in the Park a Few Days

¶ … walking in the park a few days ago, in a gloomy weather, and had the inspiration (or not) of stopping near a playground. I have always liked children and thought this would bring me somehow out of the general negative state I have been having for several days. The playground had something out of the ordinary, but I could not actually pinpoint it.

The kids were running around as usual, there were the same green swings, the same yellow sand, but somehow I was feeling that somewhat was about to draw my attention in an unexpected way. However, I chose to avoid whatever was pulling me closer and whatever made me look and I glanced around the playground. Dogs.. I had almost forgotten dogs were almost a permanent presence here.

For some reason, I was less fond of dogs, maybe because of a less fortune experience I had had with one when I was smaller or maybe because they left their excrements everywhere and there was nothing less pleasant than stepping in one. Then, while watching a marvelous Labrador, I saw a mother and her four-year-old daughter, and I knew from the start that this was what was drawing my entire attention. It wasn't the way they were dressed.

Indeed, nothing out of the ordinary: the mother had a long green skirt and a yellow sweater, with a black overcoat. A funny blend, I thought...The daughter had everything a four-year-old should have: life, enthusiasm and exuberance.

However, the mother had tears in her eyes and, for some reason, I had the impression I was the only one that could actually notice them Part 2 The entire thing was strange, especially the contrast between the child's enthusiasm, the gay colors the two were wearing, and the fact that the mother was in tears, even if she did her best to prevent the child from seeing her and from feeling her pain. Had my mother ever felt like this? It was something that passed through my head.

When could she have felt like that? An answer blurred my brain: probably when I was sick. I suddenly pictured my mother bent over me, caressing my forehead and praying that I would finally be all right. Could this be the reason for the mother's distress? There was an urge to go there and ask what had happened, but something let me know that I didn't to. The child ran towards a dog and fell.

The thing was that this wasn't one of those falls that often happen to children, but it was a fall that let one know that there was something wrong with the child. There was no equilibrium in the way he ran and his.