In the meantime, while we were waiting for Demosa, I spent time with the people of the neighborhood.
The doctor kept getting nervous. Because on the one hand, Sakuj was constantly stressed and talking, and on the other hand, Fitamova and Natimeh were fighting like cats and dogs.

But Fitamova was the most interesting.
For days I sat in his poor foggy shop and talked about my imagination. He listened eagerly and we both loved chatting. Because we both loved two things in common: imagination and creativity

Prometheus had come out of his serious state and the child in him had been activated again. He used to annoy the others and was quite funny.

"Did you know what catfish do when they see a dog?"
"No. What?"
"I don't even know! Ha ha ha ha!" So tasteless.

But the depth of his eyes was still there. He was kind and spent time with me.

"Kanomai. It's okay to be yourself. It's okay to be sick. It's okay to pretend you're not. You have to admit you're sick to get better."

I liked his advice. It warmed me. But more than that, I loved when he held my hand and caressed the blue flower of Demosa on my head and said "Hey... Demosa is not even calling you 'Kano'..."

That was when I missed him. But I knew I was not alone.

Demosa... What are you doing alone?
© Mehraban.K.T