When Autum Comes

Warm VS Cool

It is a time to sleep and I'm so sleepy, but I keep myself awake while waiting for mother hoping that she has some food for me to eat.

But to my dismay, when the door opened, it was my father who was so drunk and calling my mother's name.

Where is your mother?' he asked me.

I just looked at him. When I didn't answer, he threw the bottle of wine to me. I was lucky that it didn't hit me. I was so afraid that I couldn't move. Finally, my mom came and she ran towards me and checked my body to see if I was hurt and asked me to have some food and while I was eating, she was cleaning and changing my father's dress. I was so scared and I felt my tears falling from my eyes.

I was awakened when I heard a loud noise. It was my father shouting that early morning. I cried. Deep inside me is the little seed of anger growing. I don't like this. I went out running towards the park and crying. I saw the small maple tree I hit and hit it until the blood came out from my fist. I cried not because of the pain ,it was the pain that my mom and dad were having a bad fight. I'm angry so angry. I didn't notice that my cry was so loud that it could possibly attract the attention of someone.

"Excuse me, are you OK?" she said.

"Yes, I'm OK. My answer.

"Are you sure? Your fist is bleeding. Her reply

I want to shout at her today "I'm OK," but when I looked at her I was stunned and couldn't move. It was like I saw an angel, she looked so beautiful, I was so star-struck.

She is talking to me but I can't hear anything. As far as I know, she is holding my hands and wiping it with her handkerchip. I don't know why I just look and listen to her, while I can feel the tears flowing from my eyes.

I didn't notice that I had already told her my story and it was already dusk. And we said good bye to each other. While I was walking back home, I just smiled at myself because I had met a beautiful girl and we were together for a long time, but we didn't ask each other's names and never said thank you. I felt so stupid, because I told someone the story of my life and even thanking and asking her name, I hit my head and said stupid. That night, father was not drunk and the house was so silent. When I went to sleep, I recalled what happened. It was just a warm and cool feeling. I"m thinking that tomorrow is a new day that I have to face the angel I met in the Park. I'm hoping that I will meet her again.