Looking Back - Part 1

I have gone so far. The road that I'm stepping on still oversees a long, winding path. I don't know how I feel about the future, but I do know how I feel when I look back.

There it is, the face of a beautiful woman. Her face shines when she laughs about the silliness of my sister and I. She's always busy in her big building, where I did not know what she does. I was happiest when she took days off from the building, even if she was ill. No, I was not happy because of her illness. I was happy because when I came home from school in the late afternoon, I saw her. The weekends that I spend with her are also very lovely. She always carries all the plastic bags to the car herself, and I wonder - where does she get all those strength from? I remember trying to carry just one of those bags myself, and soon enough my palm reddened, because it was so heavy and the loop of the plastic bag was so thin.

And then there he was. Sharp looking, most of the time spending time in front of the screen. All I did when I spend time in front of the screen was opening Paint and making abstract drawings and opening up Barbie websites and alike to play games. But he didn't; he typed in pixel fonts to a black screen, and all I could do was stare in wonder. His world is a mystery to me, yet I still find myself lost beside him in my paintings and games. We spent time together by playing Alien Shooter, him directing the shooter-girl in the screen with the mouse and me, shooting with the space bar. I sat on his lap. I felt happy.