When I was still a little kid
I love to see the airplane flying high across the blue sky
It was to me like a surprising magic visitor for my plain afternoon
It looked like a tiny mosquito in the sky’s huge ceiling
As I laid down on a tiny green grass covered ground
I would wonder and asked myself;
“Why does that airplane looks so tiny?
Was it because my eyes are too small to see it?
Is it because of I am looking at it as a child?
Will an airplane still look tiny even when it does not fly?
Can it see me from high up there?
Does it know that I am now looking at it in admiration?
and so my question went on and on until I almost fell asleep on the ground
Mom called me in a loud voice to get back into the house.
The airplane had gone away.
‘See you again airplane,” I said before leaving the ground.
I am now recalling my childhood memory with you
It was not a good one though.
You left me raised by your sisters
As you went away for some days, sometimes even couple of weeks
They said you went away to get me some bread and sweet cakes.
I did not want them.
I missed you so much
Yet you did not come back for weeks
I felt so hurt.
So I cried out loud every night.
Your sisters almost gave up on me.
They told me to stop crying and be quiet.
That was how I learnt to stop missing you.
Then one day you came unexpectedly.
I was playing alone with my clay toys. They told me to get up and run for you and welcome you home.
I did turn around and stared at you blankly. I did not know what to say. I just sat still and being quiet again.
Your face turned regretful.
Then you came to me and greeted me. ‘Are you alright, darling?’ you said. I just nodded and be quite again.
You felt strange with me. So did I to you.
Since that day, I did not know how to restore this bound between us.
But you keep trying to restore it and you never stop until today.