1. Raspberry Juice

1. Raspberry Juice
It is not seasonal to make raspberry juice in May.
Yesterday, I faced such powerful powerlessness. To make raspberry juice in May.
Actually, let me tell you why.
A big part of my programs have been shattered.
First, I experienced a stressful, short healthy adventure.
Yesterday, going home, I found ten brief little letters in my box. They had been written
and signed by a child’s name. An anxiety and an appeal to call back. I had been missing
for two or three days, and he got worried. A little boy. He lives in the next street with his
grandmother. Every day we meet and talk to each other. The child has no other close
people. The parents had died in a car crash. Nearby here. When he told me about that,
he pointed at the main crossroad. There are always many flowers and candles here. It
happened three years ago. Every day, before going to school, his grandmother stops
the car, and both leave their flowers and best regards to mom and dad as well as to the
other grandma and grandpa… That’s how it happens sometimes. Not very often. This
little family finds strengths to keep living.
During our meetings he let me know that Math is hard. He not always understands “the
problems for movement and arriving”… Especially after the tragedy. Not a result did
ever happen… Gradually, I told how one should travel in order “people to get from point
A to point B”. We had improved the conditions for a few months of associating. The boy
has been smiling wider and wider. He met me his teacher – “a fierce mathematician”.
And, of course, I called last night. I told him briefly why I had been absent. They gave
me a few packs of scarlet raspberries. From their freezer. In order to help me recover
faster. I stared at both of them. I whispered that I was not able to eat so many
raspberries. Nevertheless, they were so beautiful…
This morning, I found a bottle of juice at my front door. Raspberry juice… With a
beautiful, transparent, and sultry shade of summer.
That is about to come.
This is the tender children’s friendship. Everything is about to come to them.
I do not know how to figure out stories.
I live them.