I brought my forests together with the sun with the disturbing lights of the sun rushing into my eyelids. I took my fist-fisted hand into my eyes and rubbed it. I opened my mouth big and yawned. I threw my duvet off me and brought my bare feet to the ground. I left my room and headed for the bathroom. I took care of my daily routines and headed for the kitchen. I put a little kiss on my mother's cheek and sat down at the table. My mother left the jam on the table and stroked my hair.
"Have you been accepted for the work?"
I rubbed my arm, which he closed and held my eyes with the scenes that came to mind. After a while, the places he touched seemed to be on fire.
I opened my eyes and placed a debatable smile on my face.
"Yes."
My mother thed out her big open arms to me and gave me countless kisses on my cheek.
I giggled and wrapped my arms around him.
"I knew you'd be accepted."
"Thank you, Mom."
"You're all right, my little boy."
Reminding me of his presence with great noise, I hugged one of my arms and sunk my fork into the olive on the plate. So my mom came up to me and started eating what was on her plate.
