It was an event for my little cousin. The most important part was already over. The men were sitting in the living room,the women sitting in the kitchen, chatting and laughing here and there. The only option left was to take the children to the little bed room at the end of the corridor. My little brother , 5 months old,was sleeping in the one bedroom close to the kitchen.   

Since this whole event was very important I decided to keep the kids qiuet, by drawing something with them. We started and everything was so chill. I haven’t seen them like that in awhile. Soon my little cousin, the protagonist of the day fell asleep on the bed next to the door. My brother sat by his feet drawing something I couldn’t recognize.My sister and my other two cousins were on the other bed whispering to each other because of the little one sleeping next to them. I was sitting on thte ground, under the window where I heared the river rush, next to the waredrobe drawing .

[From the beginning to this point the whole scenario has been like that in real life, too. ] 

Suddenly someone knocked at the door very smoothly. At this moment I already knew it couldn’t be one of our parents or the visitors because they wouldn’t knock. As I realized it was N who walked in, I was shocked but delighted. N just walked in and sat next to me very close. 

No one else could see him, just me. He sat even closer and started to whisper to me. We didn’t look at each other, just looked a head and talked about things I don’t remember anymore. Afer a while I started drawing again, I hadn’t realized that I stopped. 

Bramble tree knots

tangled through oak,

breaking the trunks

to shake the infant life