It was a sunny day. She was sitting on the solid rock in the middle of the garden. Surrounded by the green grass and the trees have grown tall, forming a sort of a gate of that place. She loves it there. She feels that no one was seeing, so, she could run, jump, screen or just lay down with no one to guide her play.
Her hair was perfectly fixed. She had her red shirt on, with the white floor-length skirt. She never played with those on before, as she loves them dearly. She was there by herself, her friends were late. She held up her little book that was labeled as a dictionary. She was flipping the pages and seeing her hand writing in every page. She could not tell what was written, as the sun was shedding its bright light on the book, making it difficult to read. As if it was trying to protect her from what was written in there. She noticed some words were missing a character or two and some paragraphs were missing few words.
Sometimes, incomplete pictures opens up different parts of the brain. She realized no one was about to come. The dress that she was wearing, was a gift from her mom. Then, she remembered the day that she lost her mom. She remember not being able to hold herself up, and falling to the ground. From that day, so many events went missing. Or, maybe they meant something before the loved ones left the picture.
Era um dia ensolarado. Ela estava sentada na rocha sólida no meio do jardim, rodeada pela grama verde e pelas árvores altas que formavam uma espécie de portal para aquele lugar. Ela adorava aquele lugar. Sentia-se isolada, então podia correr, pular, brincar ou simplesmente deitar-se sem ninguém para intervir em suas brincadeiras.
Seu cabelo estava perfeitamente arrumado. Vestia sua blusa vermelha e a saia branca que ia até o chão. Nunca havia brincado com aquelas roupas antes, pois as adorava. Estava sozinha, seus amigos estavam atrasados. Segurava seu pequeno livro, que tinha a etiqueta de dicionário. Folheava as páginas e via sua caligrafia em cada uma delas. Não conseguia decifrar o que estava escrito, pois o sol lançava sua luz forte sobre o livro, dificultando a leitura. Era como se o sol tentasse protegê-la do que ali estava escrito. Percebeu que algumas palavras estavam incompletas, faltando um ou dois caracteres, e que alguns parágrafos estavam incompletos.
Às vezes, imagens incompletas despertam diferentes partes do cérebro. Ela percebeu que ninguém estava prestes a chegar. O vestido que ela usava era um presente da mãe. Então, ela se lembrou do dia em que perdeu a mãe. Lembrou-se de não conseguir se manter em pé e de cair no chão. Daquele dia em diante, tantos eventos desapareceram. Ou talvez tivessem significado algo antes que os entes queridos partissem de nossas vidas.
