It was beautiful

A dedication to a kid who taught me that kids are human and I should treat them as one.

To you,

Those days are beautiful. All the seasons are beautiful. You are beautiful.

When did it all started?

Your absence. The day was different. The days were empty. Something was missing. It was you.

As I am writing this, I try to trace back to the days you taught me of patience. At the verge of giving up, I give you one (last) chance. You did change. I was surprised. It was strange, though.

“What makes you change?”

A question without an answer from you.

To see you smile makes me less worried about you. It was hard to read when your eyes are telling me something, you being not your usual self. I asked around to see if I overlooked you. Slowly, I found the answer: Kids are human. They express their feelings differently and according to their ways.

You frowned when I laughed after requesting you to smile whenever you want something from me. The truth is I am happy to see you happy. With just a smile, I know if you are just pretending.

You filled up the final days only for me to reminisce your presence and missing you silently. The green chair you sat on bring me to the days I give my full attention to you. Should I change my position? Should I ask the kids to sit on it instead?

When did it all started? I don’t know.

It just happened. I didn’t ask for this.

I keep asking God why it has to be you.

For sure, He knows it better.

I then truly believe God’s plan is beautiful.

Again, you..are..somehow..a gift from God.

The days were beautiful.

I remember telling myself that each day was beautiful.

It was beautiful.

The good and bad days.

The roller coaster emotions of trying to understand your unpredictable/silent actions was beautiful.

Thank You, O Allah.

Thank you, little kid.

Thank you, little boy, for everything.

It was nice knowing you.

I miss you, though.