Does people change?
or are they are always changing.
everyone have a construct of the people they meet, made by the memories of them.
and people think they figured out everything about them.
but the memories created is in a limited time frame compared to persons whole life.
so when they say people change, do they really?
....
terrace of St Andrews hospital
cigarette buds everywhere, it was a spot for grivaldo when he feels all alone.
it's where his pet pigeon lives.
it was twilight and the sun almost finished his days journey.
"ah i knew I could find you here"
a familiar cute voice rang in grivaldo's ear.
"not in the mood yumi".said grivaldo in a demeaning voice
"you are never in the mood." said yumi with her baby voice.
"what do you want yumi? " grivaldo said it with little anger.
"i want to talk , let's talk na" replied yumi with a cute smile.
"you want to talk huh, ok lets do that" he ranted
" I feel like loosing her every second and never like before", took a long puff of the cigarette in his hand
"she is in front of me and I can't here her voice and I can't do anything about it" he said with a little bit of sadness and remorse.
"that there is where you are wrong grivaldo" said yumi trying to cheer him up.
"what do you mean? " replied grivaldo with confusion.
"you see before today she was always away from you and you never could talk to each other from heart to heart" she took a pause saw grivaldo in his eyes and said
"guess what? now you can talk to each other and find your own ways which hopefully will can cross each others".
grivaldo's face lit up "you are right!!"
thank you yumi he hugged her with excitement and ran towards the icu where jenny was.
"run you dumbo give her my love, yumi thought to herself " as she smiled.