MISPLACED CHILDHOOD

I remember the night when Kayleigh was born. I was 13 and I was standing silently with no motion behind the door of my older brother listening to her cry. I was enchanted, amazed and thrilled. I smelled the nectar of a new flower. I knew that I would love music for whole my life. I had grown up, still I did not forgett Kayleigh, however, I did not fall in love with her followers very much. When the season had ended I still heard the echoes of the loved one, when holidays had come in eden I was a bit bored by the new winds, melancholic more than enough for me. Afterwards, I still had been in touch with the music of marrils but be never more moved as before. Till recently, when, again thanks my older brother, who, I guess for sentimental reasons,through all these years has listened to both sea and fish, came to me and told that a younger sister of Kayleigh was born, Angelina. Yes, he was right, I am again driven to the woods of elves'songs. The songs less melanchlic, but stronger, heartmoving, pulsing with new life. And I can imagine that somewhere, maybe not far away, a 13-year old stands behind the door of his older brother with his mouth wide open, smelling the nectar of Love. Thanks, brother.