Her smile
At the end of the cold and unknown corridor for an instant, a star crashes and among black dust, the soaked house is one of the most beautiful pictures those brown eyes and bare feet will ever see. Everything happens so fast but so slow at the same time. So noisy and breathless. Like those mute black and white movies. Or the first kiss with your first love. You're never ready. Suddenly, the cry of innocence breaks the silence and those bare feet run towards the end of the hallway, in search of their star. A gigantic shadow appears with bits of light between his hands and a discomposed face. It was a few days ago that she bought her a new dress and that pink telephone-shaped shampoo. It was a few hours ago that the orange juice in the corner was falling on the tablecloth. It was a few seconds ago that her fragrance permeated her arms. It only remains to heed the blizzard caressing those flushed cheeks and in an unanswered question, you lose her smile, ""Where's my mommy?""