mariajoao
She captivated me. The way she carried herself, so mysterious, so eloquent, was always strange to me. Her existence led me to ask the most intriguing questions, to write sentences after sentences that explained her crazy ways. However, at the end of the day, she was constantly just a stranger whom I'd never get to know.
The flower bloomed in August. It wasn't the typical time of the year for it to bloom, so all of us gathered around the little plant and wondered what was going on. Maybe, just maybe, it was as confused as all of it. Maybe, just maybe, the doubts and fears of my family had evaded the house, traveled through the mud, and intoxicated the beautiful flower, which was blooming out of time.
The cat was meowing at my feet, but I didn't move a muscle. It probably wanted food, but I didn't have any at the house. Why was it that my old aunt had left me with that animal? If she had known me, she knew I wasn't fond of animals. But she hadn't. She had my name on her will - to give me that stupid cat -, but she had never spent more than one minute with me. She didn't know my voice. But she thought about leaving me a damn cat.