on the way, i saw that boy in his bike, his father hit him with the belt.
he showed the injuries to me, after pretending to ran over me.
he was just a forgotten kid, with nightmares and bad memories in his head.
he showed the injuries to me, after pretending to ran over me.
he was just a forgotten kid, with nightmares and bad memories in his head.
Later on, he showed his collection to his beloved ones, the forgotten toys in the attic, the photographs of his father, the belt tied to his favorite baseball bat, all memories of the past...the nightmare collapsed and became his life, a unique dream...
ResponderEliminarIt was his father's gift to him...
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