I woke up to the tring tring of the postman’s bicycle. He was really, really early today. I threw off my bed-covers and jolted towards the gate. I ran past my father who was sitting in the small patch of sunlight that was beginning to fill my home. My mum was puzzled to see me awake that early. It didn’t matter, it didn’t matter if the world thought I was mad, they did not know our secret.
As I attempted to catch my breath, I spotted the postman. He seemed to have all the time in the world as he slowly, sifted through the letters… I impatiently tapped my foot. Just when I thought he found it, he turned towards me and handed me a letter for my father. As my eyes started filling with tears, I made him look through the bundle again, there were none from you. I didn’t want to cry, but as I walked away, I couldn’t hold back the tears.
I recently sowed the seed of a lime. I was hoping that the tiny mud pot would soon be home to an even tinier plant, instead, out came a weed. I didn’t have the heart to pull it out, so I now have a tiny weed in a tiny mud pot. One of the four chickens that are always busy running around, laid an egg. Now the four chickens are joined by a tiny chick. They don’t bother me, they just go about their scratching and clucking all day long. The rose plants in our garden have all dried up, but the Bougainvillea stands strong.
Did you receive my letter? Are you alright? I keep myself busy by helping my father with the accounts for his business. He pays me a small amount, enough to buy myself fancy ribbons, a little food for the lazy dog, cat and grains for the chicken family. But sometimes, despite all the work, my mind wanders towards you…
The sun rises and sets, only to rise again…
But for me, time came to a standstill the day you left.