Keep Moving


One day, my son and I were going to a campsite. In the way, a car hit us and we crashed against a traffic light. Unfortunately, my son died. The next four years I stayed alone in my house watching my sad movies and eating my horrible food. The death of my son was terrible for me and for my family. My son was something very special to me. He was always happy, he played with me, and he was tidy, intelligent and very, very caring. He was the heart of my terrible and poor life.
On the seventh of July, 1998, five years after the accident I decided to start a new life. I thought: “The accident was five years ago, I can move on”. So I decided to go to Russia. At that moment, it was my favorite country. There, the people were good, the animals were awesome and the government was tidy. One week later, in Russia, I went to visit all the happy places in the city, but at nights I still thought about my son. Some weeks later, one morning I went to have breakfast at a restaurant called “Tasushi”. There I met an American girl called Mary; she was very, very beautiful. She had blond hair and blue shiny eyes. We talked about the problems in the United States and the government there. Some minutes later, when she was leaving, I asked her for her phone number, so she gave me a piece of paper with it, and she told me to call her the next day. The next day at four o´ clock I called her and she asked me if I could go to her house. Of course, I accepted the invitation.
20 minutes later, when I got into her house, she asked me to sit down, she gave me some coffee and we started talking:
- “Why did you come to Russia?”- She asked me.
- “Because, unfortunately, my son died.”
- “Oh! How did it happen?”
- “It was five years ago. We were going to a campsite, something that we did every year, and in the kilometer fifty- seven another car hit us and we crashed against a traffic light.”
When she heard this, she told me that a psychologist could make me feel happy again. I told her that it was not necessary, but she insisted.
The next day, at three o´ clock, Mary went to my house with a man that looked like a doctor. When she got into my house she told me that the person was a psychologist that he was there to talk with me about the accident. So Mary, the psychologist and I talked about the accident for a long time. I was very sad about it. After the psychologist went back to his house, Mary and I stayed talking and she told me that the doctor would come everyday to talk with me.
For the next three months the doctor came and came everyday to talk with me. Soon, I started to feel better. Fortunately, I moved on. I left Russia. I went to America, I bought a new car, a new house, a dog, a cat, a farm and I married Sally. I did all the things I had never done in my wonderful life. I knew that my son died but there are more important things and we have to celebrate this beautiful life that God gave us.




Pen name: Faxo remixado
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