A Big Kid
#5 of Husbando
Trash, memories and child's soul are the keywords right here.
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Time to do some shopping and other things (that you don't need to know,) it was already noon. As a result, I had clearly the time to eat something before setting off again. By bringing bags on the kitchen, I saw Ellen reading, apple in the mouth.
"Howdy, Max."
"Hi."
"I can see you went shopping."
"Yeah, two, three things that it's missing."
"OK. And apart from that, do you think throwing the garbage?"
"Err... no."
"And why, tell me?"
"Because I didn't want to do it."
"Pff, you're such a kiddo."
"Oh, damn it, Azul! GET OUT OF THIS BODY!"
"Ha-ha! Oh shoot, you're right... No, but seriously, do it before she come home."
"Si, señora."
"Good, I'm off. See you tonight."
"OK, see you soon."
_While looking at her, I was deep in thought. Maybe girls were right, maybe I behaved like a kiddo. But why? Maybe to prevent myself saying I grow old every year. But I'm not longer the child what I was before, a lot of things have changed since. However, there are some things which reminds me my childhood: seeing faces on daily places, pig out of candy to have stomachaches, the spices' smell on the market, the sound of the sea in seashells, and skipping stones on the water.
It may be cheesy, but I love doing these things to relax myself and hold out on this hectic daily. If everybody feels oneself less seriously and more like kids, it will make this world more livable. But we get lost of the subject, so let's continue our story..._