routine visit
Another day when my parents decided to come late, for my weekly visit. It's like almost every Thursday, but I'm getting used to it. I'm like yesterday, on the same table, sitting alone, staring at the clock.
-Do you have a visitor ? Elyas asks, sitting at the table behind me.
-Every Thursday without fail, I giggle falsely.
I turn my chest slightly, to look at him with crossed arms.
-What about you? Family visit?
I ask, raising an eyebrow. Elyas answers me by a smile in corner, which is not dissimulated. He leans towards me, to whisper.
-You don't say anything, but normally it's only family that visits. I asked my boyfriend to pretend to be my brother. He never came to see me anyway, so with some paper mistakes, it's done.
Elyas explains to me with a sly smile,
