Life in the City

Chapter 15: Daily Life and Small Dreams

The trip is over.
The bus comes back.
The city lights appear.

I walk home.
My mother waits at the door.
She asks,
“Was the day good?”
I say,
“Yes, very good.”

At dinner,
I eat rice, fish, and vegetables.
The food is warm.
The house feels safe.

Later, I sit at my desk.
I open my notebook.
I write about the day.
But my words are not only about trees and rivers.
They are also about her.

The next day, at school,
we talk more.
This time, not about books,
not about class.

She tells me,
“I wake up early every day.
I help my mother cook breakfast.
Then I read a little before school.”

I say,
“I also wake up early.
I like to run in the street.
I feel strong when the air is cool.”

She smiles.
“What do you do in the evening?”
I answer,
“I study, but I also play guitar.
Music makes me calm.”

She says,
“I cannot play guitar,
but I like to draw.
When I draw, I forget the world.”

We laugh.
We see that life is different,
but also the same.
We both like small things.
We both want quiet joy.

The bell rings.
The class starts.
But in my heart,
a new class begins:
the class of knowing her.


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