Her Fear?

 Her Fear ?

Once she was asked by her mom to describe ‘what is fear?’ She started by mentioning, my fear is; “Its a bright dawn with clear blue sky above my head. Everyone around me were engaged with the preparations for some colorful occasion. All of them looked like a human machines, ha ha. But I was the one stuck with no colors, just black with white. Clock tickled, all my cousins playing out there my favorite game, my favorite show running on the television, my favorite chocolate wrappers thrown on the floor, but all those favorites seemed boring that day. My mind was very peculiar to my body that day. The gate sound brought a big smile on my face, and there comes my super hero. He is my idiotic super favorite soul. All my favorites were bounded and packed in one arm and energy for me to live with my favorites in another arm and that was him. Sharing my footsteps with him was my favorite game, watching his presence was my favorite show, having any chocolate along with him was my favorite chocolate, completely his every single action was my most favorite. Six hours of time spent next to him gave me a living memories of sixty years. It was magical to watch the golden brown sky above our head, cause we weren’t aware how time passed. Got to know he gonna go back his home within an hour. We went up to the roof terrace, hugged strongly for a while, sat watching the high flying birds with freedom holding our hands, I laid my head on his lap and he sang me my favorite song. All my love for one and the one who gonna go far away for me. My hand was not my own to wave him while parting. And that ultimate moment is my fear” she said. Her mom laughed and asked, “its a very similar love and affection on him for you, what makes him so special?” She then added, “when I hold his hand, it gives me a extreme hope of being brave, I truly feel its the safest place on this planet when I’m within his arms, laying my head on his lap is the most comfortable space, whenever I hug him with all my love, I feel his heart not his chest, finally minutes spent with him gives me unperishable memories of love and when our hands are divided parting each other, the hardest tear drop I pull back and that moment of missing him is my Real Fear.” Her mom was speechless