I remember the last time I had seen my father smile.
At this time, we used to be happy, all together. We lived happy lives, I didn’t know about the sadness of the loss of the closest relatives I could have. Well, life came by, as if it wanted me to stop being content in my pretty little world. I didn’t care, we still were together, we were peaceful, it was pleasant.
But it seems like happy things don’t last forever.
I soon learned about it.
“Okay children, you know which day today is!”
“Wednesday!” A choir of pupils shouted happily.
“And what do we do on Wednesday?”