Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Memory


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In autumn time, Urnaa is breathing full of fresh air while walking toward to district called “Hills”. Twenty years ago she had been walking on this road. Most of neighbors have moved from here, because of deserts. Just a few families stayed in this street. She opened the door of yard that well known. There is a little white house. All the things are not moved, just like old times. A tree that Urnaa planted is grown up tall. She used to dream about she will have lunch with her family under that tree’s shadow. Now that tree is very big. Most of leaves are fell down. Just a few dead leaves are hanging from the tree. A sunshade what Shagai made for Urnaa is standing there. Color of sunshade is still bright, perhaps painted it again. She sat down under the sunshade and felt good feelings.

When she was living in European cities, she dreamed all those things including a little white house, sunshade, little tree etc.
Definitely, 20 years ago she decided to go away from here without communicate with others. She was proudly of she came to Europe from unknown little town. She hesitated about her decision but her decision got stronger day by day.
She used to have lunch under the sunshade with her son and Shagai. But she doesn’t know why Shagai believed a woman who has children. They used to live here happy.

Her weak son usually gets sick. Then she lost his son in centre of province, she never came here this town. Uunexpectedly, she has gone .

They used to live from salary to salary, eat pancake and soup under this sunshade. It seems no nervous and happy.

If she didn’t go from here she would live here with Shagai and their children. She thought and sighs. The sky is fully clearly. The wind is blowing gently. No other sound here. She left her name card on the table under stone.

Then she walked into the main hall of this little town. A few minutes later , she is going to open a ceremony to give computers to school of this town. She didn’t turn off her phone until leave this little town. Unfortunately no one called her. Perhaps, Shagai went to another little town. But her mind is untidy. When they left this town, the sun was setting. A long road is in front of them. Her car started to moving, Urnaa started crying loudly…

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