“He isn’t ready. I won’t suggest you to meet him.”
“I would like to see him and that is my decision.”
“Love, he doesn’t remember…”
A single drop of tear appeared in her eyes, “I don’t care whether he remembers or not. I want to meet… meet him,” she said in a cracked voice.
“As you wish dear, but do not tell him…”
They walked up the old wooden staircase which creaked at every step. There was a foul smell emerging from the room looming before them.
“I give you ten minutes,” the care taker said and walked back down the stairway.
She was left alone. Hesitatingly, she knocked at the door. There was no reply. She knocked again.
“Uh!” a terrible voice emerged from inside.
She opened up the door and found the wrinkled man sitting on the chair, curiously looking at her.
“I remember you, sweetheart… my daughter.”
* This comes out to be my 400th post. I thank you all for the continuous support. It is a great feeling. This blog has become the most important thing in my life and I am not kidding. 🙂
And to rejoice the moment, I would like to share one of my most favorite songs with you all:-
4 thoughts on “I remember you…”
Congratulations on your 400th Post – well done HA. A few unresolved questions with this piece, which leaves the reader curious..Good take on this brilliant photo from VisDare.
Thanks a lot..
I couldn’t post this story during the duration of the prompt. So Angela suggested that I publish it now.. and hence, I did. 🙂
Thanks for reading.
400 posts. 🙂
Never tire of this song. Can’t hear it without tears.
What would we be without an imagination?
True.. thanks a lot.. 🙂