The young lady kept silent awkwardly. She couldn't really answer the question. She was definitely not an expert in this area of conversation. Ow, Granny.. come here quick. She screamed at heart. The young boy kept on his eyes to the young lady as she poured another serving of cold water to her own glass. It was a boiling hot day.
The sound of chime jingled as the door was pushed finally broke the awkwardness between them two.
"Hello, I am sorry I am late. The procession was quite long. Besides, we chatted a little, since it has been a very long time for us to meet each other." The old lady came in, spoke in a less excited tone than usual.
"Was it a good conversation?" The young boy came closer as he took the big bag over the old lady hand.
"Oh, thank you little boy. Well, it was awkward actually, since instead of a happy occasion, we met at the cemetery. There was definitely nothing joyful to talk about."
The old lady walked to the bar, gave a code to the young lady for a glass of water, and sat heavily on the chair.
"But..."
"But?" The young boy put the bag beside him, between him and the old lady, as he sat on the another chair. He was curious over the hanging word.
"But, as we spoke, slowly the old memories filled our conversation. We recalled all the good, funny, even sad memories amongst us. Then, we didn't feel that bad anymore over our dear friend's death."
"Is that how we let them go?"
"How to let them go?" The old lady was interested with the young boy's words. She took a look to her grand-niece.
The young lady moved her lips without any voices. He asked me about how we let go our dearest one, she said.
"Ah... I see," the old lady smiled and rubbed the young boy's head dearly.
Yet, the sun crept high in the sky, leaving its heat in that summer air.
"Hello, I am sorry I am late. The procession was quite long. Besides, we chatted a little, since it has been a very long time for us to meet each other." The old lady came in, spoke in a less excited tone than usual.
"Was it a good conversation?" The young boy came closer as he took the big bag over the old lady hand.
"Oh, thank you little boy. Well, it was awkward actually, since instead of a happy occasion, we met at the cemetery. There was definitely nothing joyful to talk about."
The old lady walked to the bar, gave a code to the young lady for a glass of water, and sat heavily on the chair.
"But..."
"But?" The young boy put the bag beside him, between him and the old lady, as he sat on the another chair. He was curious over the hanging word.
"But, as we spoke, slowly the old memories filled our conversation. We recalled all the good, funny, even sad memories amongst us. Then, we didn't feel that bad anymore over our dear friend's death."
"Is that how we let them go?"
"How to let them go?" The old lady was interested with the young boy's words. She took a look to her grand-niece.
The young lady moved her lips without any voices. He asked me about how we let go our dearest one, she said.
"Ah... I see," the old lady smiled and rubbed the young boy's head dearly.
Yet, the sun crept high in the sky, leaving its heat in that summer air.
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