“Breaking News! The suspect for killing Mrs. Azalea Grayson was already surrendered to the police, further investigation is ongoing, the suspect was not ready to give its statement, stay tuned!”
The television is still turned on, while I'm laying on my bed. All of a sudden, there's someone who lay beside me.
It's my dog, Keighra. She wagged her tail and keeps resting her body. She slowly laid on my lap.
“He, are you starving? I'm going to make some food for you if you want,” I said while looking at her. She just wagged her tail.
“Alright, wait for me, I'm going to give you some food,” I whispered, and stood up.
I went to the kitchen, and serve the dog food, “Keighra, come here!” I shouted.
The dog went in my direction while wagging her tail, she barked like she was thankful for that food.
I gently stroke her fur, “I'm going outside, behave huh? Don't be so naughty,” I muttered.
Likewise, I stood up, and went to the bathroom, I washed, after I took a bath, I dry my hair, and choose the clothes that I want to wear.
I decided to wear a black round-neck fit crop top and ack jogger pants. It's already 9:58 in the evening, and I don't know where I want to go.
Likewise, I will bring my phone, in case of emergency, and find the car keys. I step my feet slowly, so I will be able not to make any noises.
I'm in the backyard, I went inside, and started the engine. After a few minutes, I decided to start to drive, until I reached the park.
Full of lights from the different houses, some of them are dim, I took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.
I closed my eyes, and feel the cold breeze. I gasped when someone sits beside me.
I opened my eyes and immediately look at the person who suddenly sat beside me. “Ah! Who are you? Are you foll—”
He cuts me off.
“Relax, I'm not following you, this is my comfort zone, I'm shocked when I saw a person who was sitting in my favorite spot.”
I felt relieved when he said those words. Likewise, I leaned my back at the chair, and my arms were hanging loosely at my sides.
I glanced at him, he was staring off at the distance. He gasped, and his shoulder slumped down.
“You know what's, I miss my little sister,” he whispered. I'm sitting quietly for a moment. I squinted my eyes.
“They say, sometimes, a stranger is a good listener, and the stranger can't easily judge you, so I decided to tell you my sorrowful, yet contented story of my little sister,” he started.
“2 years ago, my little sister was diagnosed with coronary artery abnormalities, it is the arteries become compressed during exercise, and not providing a proper blood flow to the heart,” he explained with an airy voice.
“When my little sister knew about her condition, she became lonely, and sad all the time, she built a wall with the children who want to play with her.”
I decided not to speak, instead, I'm just listening to his words, if this is what he feels comfortable, and can lessen the pain.
“That's why, when somebody was bullying her, I will come to protect her, it may sound like a childish attitude, but that's the truth,” he added.
“I don't want to explain it to her about her condition, instead, I'm taking her with me, however, after many weeks of medication, her body became weak.” I can feel his sadness from his words.
“Another week has been passed, neither she can't eat nor speak properly, and her body doesn't accept any medicines, until one day...” His voice became shaky, and now, he's looking at the ground.
“One day, the day that I'm afraid of to come, but unfortunately, I can't force it to stop, my little sister died, I remember her last wish that I didn't have any chances to grant.”
I gently pat his shoulder, and trying to comfort him, and support him mentally.
“Her last wish was to go to the amusement park, but all of a sudden, she doesn't have some time to wait for it, though that time, we have a financial problem,” he explained.
“That's why, I applied for a job at the amusement park, as my last memories for her, at least through my job, I will feel like she's with me every time.” His tears start to stream on his face.
He wiped it immediately, so I won't be able to see his tears. He became silent for a moment, I assumed that it was my time to talk or speak from my opinion.
My heart is clenched, and my mind was filled with anxious thoughts. I can feel his agony because I already experienced it.
“Hey, don't worry, everything will be alright, just always remember that someone will be there for you, I can relate to your story, can I tell my story too?” He nodded as a sign of his answers.
“I have a little brother, he was confined at the nearest hospital, 5 years ago, he was diagnosed with the inflammation of heart, and he had a brain tumor,” I whispered. He leaned his back on the chair.
“As a result of that, he died at a very young age, that's why my parents have always hated me because they said that I didn't take care of my little brother, his name was Kyle, and we called him Ky,” I added.
“Every day, I'm just waking up in the morning just for their yells, and hatred, I'm just a disappointment for them, because my little brother was their hope.” I don't want to feel any anger for them, but my heart was stabbed by the million knives.
My head was hanging low, and my shoulder was slumped. I sighed, “So yeah, I'm always keeping in mind that there's still some hope for me, and to prove that I'm not a disappointment, because I should go with the flow, and life must go on,” I said with a sincere voice.
“Don't let yourself have some cage, that causes you to narrow your world, and lock your freedom, just make the bad things as your motivational experiences to keep going.”
He's still silent, and looking at the sky, a sudden goosebumps crawled to my body. It's getting too late, and I need to go home.
“That's all, I hope you learned something from me, by the way, may I know your name, Mister?” I asked. He shook his head.
“Hmm? Can we remain as a stranger? Maybe, someday, I can tell you my name, and we are going to be friends, but for now, can I request it from you?” he responded.
I smiled at him, “Sure! See you again!” I went to my car and decided to go home.