This is the place we used to play before. The place that makes us happy when the sunsets and the other children get home, we enjoyed this place like no one can ever tell us what to do.
“Ms., you left it on the bench,” a little boy told me when I walked through the hallway in this playground.
I look at what he gave to me and it is the picture where Danaia is smiling as if she doesn’t even know that the day of her death will come so fast.
She’s smiling at me like she’s so happy when she’s with me. I looked at the little boy and smiled at him.
“Thank you for letting me have these memories again,” I said and I patted my hand on his head.
“You’re welcome, Ms. Iris,” he said, which surprised me.
“How did you know my name?” I asked him and he just laughed and ran away from me.
I looked at
