Vitiligo
...so we made passionate...
Hmm!
A little secret...
I'm one of those unfortunate or say fortunate persons who lost older siblings, in fact all and learnt for 13 good years that this crowded world can feel so alone...
My mum use to tell me that I scour for siblings like they are "centrally owned". I made parents relieve their kids in turns to come eat with me, sleep with me, play with me and those who wanna live, wow! I would be the happiest.
And when they are gone, I play, I eat, I saunter like I am left in an empty haven. And she doesn't forget to mention that I often cry, yeah!
I whimper, sob, wail till I smile again to my the moments my mum promises that God will give me other siblings, with stories of how I should have been the last child...
All those stories till after 13 years, so I understand....
...when I walked by I saw this patootie with such a wry mixed with both aches and desires to really let out a heart warming smile.
Alas! She was alone!
I looked over and so other children lost into their own excitement, how could this one be left into such dysphoria?
She started when she turned and saw me behind her looking like I forgot how to look away. She smiled in her fears and tilted her head back and she hid her hands.
I got captured by the act. Why that?
I looked at her face and back to the hands she was trying to hide. Pallets of beautiful skin.
"Hello",
I said in coarse voice like I was trying to regain the strength in my voice.
I threw out my hands to shake hands with her but she shrugged. I didn't pressure her, so I made gestures with my eyes to where other kids were.
"You are alone, why not join them"?
Her face went pale with no answer. I threw my hands again to shake her, she stood clapped her hands off and shouted
"I will stain them with germs and give them rabies on me" she threw her hands to my face and tears were about to roll down.
She had "Vitiligo.... Oh God!
"And I have no siblings there "...she cried out.
I held her close, wiped her tears and kiss deep into her cheeks the side with the vitiligo. She paused and shifted mouth agape.
I understand the expression. I just nodded with a smile.
Wiped the sides of her eyes with the edge of my "mouzzy top" and pressed her hands on my lips again to stop myself from revealing my tears.
"You are so beautiful, beautiful skin and enthralling smile. Palettes of well lined colors and this is so unique"...
We sat on the field....
I told her my stories all over again. We cried a little, smiled a little, laughed loudly, hugged many times...
We made passionate friendship!
Hmm!
A little secret...
I'm one of those unfortunate or say fortunate persons who lost older siblings, in fact all and learnt for 13 good years that this crowded world can feel so alone...
My mum use to tell me that I scour for siblings like they are "centrally owned". I made parents relieve their kids in turns to come eat with me, sleep with me, play with me and those who wanna live, wow! I would be the happiest.
And when they are gone, I play, I eat, I saunter like I am left in an empty haven. And she doesn't forget to mention that I often cry, yeah!
I whimper, sob, wail till I smile again to my the moments my mum promises that God will give me other siblings, with stories of how I should have been the last child...
All those stories till after 13 years, so I understand....
...when I walked by I saw this patootie with such a wry mixed with both aches and desires to really let out a heart warming smile.
Alas! She was alone!
I looked over and so other children lost into their own excitement, how could this one be left into such dysphoria?
She started when she turned and saw me behind her looking like I forgot how to look away. She smiled in her fears and tilted her head back and she hid her hands.
I got captured by the act. Why that?
I looked at her face and back to the hands she was trying to hide. Pallets of beautiful skin.
"Hello",
I said in coarse voice like I was trying to regain the strength in my voice.
I threw out my hands to shake hands with her but she shrugged. I didn't pressure her, so I made gestures with my eyes to where other kids were.
"You are alone, why not join them"?
Her face went pale with no answer. I threw my hands again to shake her, she stood clapped her hands off and shouted
"I will stain them with germs and give them rabies on me" she threw her hands to my face and tears were about to roll down.
She had "Vitiligo.... Oh God!
"And I have no siblings there "...she cried out.
I held her close, wiped her tears and kiss deep into her cheeks the side with the vitiligo. She paused and shifted mouth agape.
I understand the expression. I just nodded with a smile.
Wiped the sides of her eyes with the edge of my "mouzzy top" and pressed her hands on my lips again to stop myself from revealing my tears.
"You are so beautiful, beautiful skin and enthralling smile. Palettes of well lined colors and this is so unique"...
We sat on the field....
I told her my stories all over again. We cried a little, smiled a little, laughed loudly, hugged many times...
We made passionate friendship!
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