Cost Of Retaining Wall

Original - Only a stupid picture


In these days of vacation I do a lot of tasks, especially history and philosophy, although last year a high school. Obviously though, I have to do more things than I add: this is because of the Maritombola Seas Challenge has been postponed course I had the bright idea of participate ... I know, I know I should not have! > __ \u0026lt;But the thing I was attracted too much, too much!
First I wrote an original story (they are fixed at this time!) Prompt on the number 85 that was the photo below.


Title: Only a stupid picture
Fandom: Original Rating
: for all
Genre: introspective
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the signed
Notes: Written for the "Maritombola"
Prompt: 85 (photo below)

ONLY A (STUPID) PICTURE

Mia madre sostiene che non posso ricordare il giorno in cui è stata scattata questa foto: era inverno ed avevo appena compiuto due anni. Ero troppo piccola. Eppure io sono certa che le sensazioni che provo dentro di me ripensando a quel giorno sono vere, e non solo ricordi costruiti a posteriori osservando quest'immagine.
Mamma era sola in quel periodo, non aveva nessun fidanzato che mi prendesse fra le braccia per farmi volare o fingesse di essere mio padre. Così per tenermi sotto controllo quando cucinava mi metteva davanti alla portafinestra, per terra, e mi circondava con una specie a moving barrier, so I was away from splashing water from the pan of sauce and hot. a cage, in fact. As
can understand that maybe it was actually the only option, now, twenty-five years, I feel a bit 'of repulsion to the idea of keeping a child like that, like an animal at the zoo. But then I realized and by the way I loved going to the zoo: my favorites were the pandas, followed by long-necked giraffes. When I was a bit 'bigger loved around the house on tiptoe, and with outstretched necks, imitating them.
I had some toys in my yard : surely there was Camilla, the ball of colored cloth, then the cat Black plush without which I did not sleep at night, and others, but I do not remember. But I do not play. Never. I spent what seemed hours at a time and now I know to be simply the time to cook a pasta with his face pressed against the glass - and the cold, I remember, all right! - To see the world.
do not know what could be so much interest out there, to catch my attention for so long. Nothing more than a few ladies to walk the dog, any mother with the child in a wheelchair, perhaps the sky with clouds that run fast ... I do not remember, I just can not remember why he was always there, What I was trying to watch and to understand those moments of my childhood ... But if I explain how I feel now , the easiest way I have is to see that picture when I was a carefree little girl. See the world with curiosity, I probably would have wanted to get out but could not because there was glass that block the road, and to protect me. And now is the same, because I want to live but I do not feel: I continue to be a silent spectator who has not the courage to break the invisible barrier that is in front. A glass cutting and I'm not brave enough to face the wounds that I could receive, but then I'd be happy. Sure, I could open the doors, but as a child was too small and can not handle, even now I do not know where to look for the handle without the help of someone. But they're all too busy to realize that I would quit but I can not.
So keep looking at the lives of other people with pleading eyes, hoping that someone will notice my pain and to finally open the doors to take me by the hand to explore the world.