story beginning

once in passing you said something to me that i seemed to have forgotten. i was washing the dishes at the sink and listened to the water slowly dripping from the faucet. i tried to remember but i couldn't, the dishes kept me busy. the other children were playing outside in their shrilly voices, having fun under the sun. i looked out the window to make sure everybody was alright. then i went back to rinsing the dishes i soaped.

my concentration was nabbed by your gentle tug on my skirt and whne i turned and looked down, i saw you.

"what is it?" i was drying my hand in my skirt. you shook your head and in your little voice, said, " nothing." then i gathered you in my arms and put you on the top of the chairs piled up. i went back to the sink and while rinsing the dishes again, i sang you a song. i have gotten used to that, singing a song for you everytime you tug at my skirt while the other children were screaming with fun outside the house.

then one by one, the children were gone and replaced with new ones. those who were gone have found new parents while those who replaced the ones who were gone would, in due time, find their own parents. then you grew up a little and i would still sing for you the song you've come to love while you sit on top of the chairs piled up.

night falls
and you're in my dreams
so real
you're still here
day breaks
and the hope that seems
so real
seems to disappear

then one day, the parents you found, took you away. you mother held your little hands while you looked ta me and i waved but you didn't smile. you didn't understand. you just walked away. with them, you had to walk away.

the other children were waving goodbye as your parents took you to their car and i stayed by the door. i couldn't get near. your face started to blur when the engine started and slowly, you were gone. all that was left was the dust from the car's tire.

when i opened the faucet in the sink, memory came back as the water dripped. my tears flowed with the water on the sink.

"someday when i grow and i dont have to sit on the top of the chairs, i wish to sing the song you sing for me," your little eyes sparkled when you told me that one day.

no one tugs at my skirt anymore. the children would still play outside. i wash the dishes every now and then. i still sing the song:

night falls
and you're in my dreams
its the story of my life...