The days when the sun decides not to rise: A short story following another short story
Someone else's perspective can change ours about a common event.
—It will be a sad day again.
—Why you said so?
—You don’t see it? It’s cloudy, again. Doesn't the sun plan to rise? I know it's there, I see it a little.
There was my upset little girl because the day started cloudy and that meant that at some point of the day it was going to rain. She reminded me so much of me. I was like her, the cloudy days hurt me while playing outside when suddenly the downpour fell on all of us and our parents yelled at us: “Come inside, you're going to get sick”. The rest of the day I spent looking out the window to see when she could come out again.
—Of course, I see it. What I don't understand is why you associate it with the fact that it will be a sad day.
—Mommy, come on, I'll explain. If it is cloudy, it rains; if it rains I can't play outside and if I can't play outside, I get bored in here.
—So I bore you?
—Ma', no, it's not that.
—Hahaha, I know, I know. I just bothered you. Come here, I'll tell you something.
—Please don't come with one of your sermons.
—Not at all, it won't be a sermon. You are already growing up and that means that I have to talk to you about more serious topics. Do you want to hear it or not?
—More serious stuff? Uh, this is getting interesting. Tell me, tell me.
That's how she was, she was my reflection of those years ago. Until one day, everything changed. Not because the days stopped dawning cloudy, but because a person made me change my perspective and now it was my turn to do it with my little girl. At that moment, I didn't know where that person should be, I didn't even know if she was alive. I only knew that it was my turn to pass on her perspective to my little girl.
—There was a time when I was like you.
—How like me?
—Well, desperate to get out and cursing every time it dawned cloudy.
—But if I haven't cursed...
—Not out loud.
—Oh well, you caught me there. Continue, continue.
—One day, a lady was selling vegetables and bread at home when the downpour caught her. We yelled at her for her to come in and she wouldn't get wet. She kindly entered and as soon as she entered, she saw me both sad and upset looking out the window. Your grandparents had offered her water and food, but she refused as she slowly walked towards me. She asked me what was wrong and I explained. She thought for a while and then began to speak: “Have you ever wondered why we associate sad days with cloudy days? The most common answer is because of the color of the clouds. That dark color for many is one full of sadness”.
—Oh yes, it's true, it's a very ugly color. My bad, ma'. I won't interrupt again, don't look at me like that.
—You better... I simply nodded and continued listening to her: “But have you ever thought that maybe the clouds have that color so that we can't see what the Sun is doing behind them? If you have noticed, there are days when the time in which the day is that way is short and other days it lasts too long. That just means the amount of time the Sun wants to have for himself. It is his moment to be in private without being observed by any of us and we must respect that ”.
—Ma', but it's just that... Ok, I'll shut up.
—Like you, I did not understand very well. Until she told me: “I know from your face that I am not being very clear. Let's imagine that your house is made of glass and everyone who passes by, including me, can see what you're doing in here. That doesn't bother you at all until you realize there's not a single day you can do anything without being watched. One day you decide to buy some curtains for each glass wall of your house and on the days that you want to be for yourself without being observed, you go to each curtain and lower them for the time you need to be for yourself”.
—Now I do understand, but what I still don't understand is what the lady taught you and what you want to teach me.
—That was as far as her story came, she didn't tell me anything else.
—What?! And what am I supposed to do now?
—Maybe the same thing I did.
—And what was that?
—Respect the days when the Sun decides not to rise, not associate it with sad days and take the opportunity to have them for me, too.
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