"What is this?" I am asking as I open my eyes.
The first thing I see is the room being illuminated by a lightbulb in the middle of the small room. I am looking around, I see my parents, sleeping on the bed I share with them because at that time we couldn't afford a crib for me. My father used to go and work in Western Europe in construction for a while.
I am looking at my hands, as I am looking at them, I am asking myself.
"What am I? Who am I? Where am I?"
I look at my tiny baby hands, my tiny and adorable baby hands that would make any woman melt when she'll see my hands. I am looking at the window of the house, I see the sky is blue with a few clouds. I don't know if that is a good thing, or a bad thing.
I am crawling toward the door like a baby. As I am crawling, I suddenly decide to stop. I look back at where my parents are sleeping, then I turn back my attention to the door of the house. I decide to raise on my two feet. I slowly raised up by putting my two hands on the rug, slowly bending over and then raising on my two adorable feet. I did just like my grandfather taught me a few days ago. Weird that I can remember this, but I cannot remember who am I.
As I walk to the door, I am getting some kind of image in my head. I don't know what is that image, but I simply brush it off and try to open the door by pushing it. After I pushed the door to let it open, which it took a while because it is made by sturdy wood, I look at the sky, notice how there is a blue sky and clouds up. Then I am looking around, seeing for the first time my garden.
"Andrei!" I heard a woman yelling.
I turned around, looking at the source of the yelling, which is from my mother. I look at her, smiling, and she is looking a bit scared at me. I don't know why she is feeling a little terrified, after all, I didn't do anything. But, before I could try and mumble something, my mother leaves her bed, she comes over to me, take me us and hugs me.
"My son can walk! Our son can walk, daddy." says the mother going to my father, waking him up to tell him I can walk.
When my father woke up, my mother told him that I walked to the door of house, opened and I was about to leave. A thing that will happen so many times in the future, this incident will not have any importance. When the father heard all of this, he told my mother to put me down, on the carpet where I was a while ago playing with plastic toy cars and superheroes. When I got there, I raise up to my two feet, again, and I was looking straight at my father.
My Papa smiles, and I smile back at him, making him shed a few tears, jumping from the bed, hugging me and telling that he loves me. I tried to mumble something, but I couldn't, so I let the man and my mother cry their eyes out. While my parents were crying I am watching at the TV who is placed on the desk that my father uses to write letters to work or for my grandpa to complete his notebook of book. As I am watching the TV I observe a documentary on the animals, especially a species that in the future I will adore it, Lynx.
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A few months have passed, now I have to go to kindergarten. A place that everyone goes at one point in their life either everyday or when they feel like it. The place not many kids would go because this would separate from their lovable or manipulator parents, but other kids dreamed to go because it offers a gate for a new point in their life and freedom.
My mom and I are entering the place. I was aware that I am going to stay in the kindergarten for a few hours. She told me that a several time last days, and surpassingly for her, I listened to her and gone to kindergarten like a good boy. Not throwing a tantrum, crying or breaking anything like other kids of our neighbours. Upon entering the building, my mom is walking me through the hallway to a room where there are other children by my age and an educator who is talking with all of us.
I didn't really listen to the educator, I was to focused to play with the toys from the box. But I saw my mother and educator talking about something that seems to be important. I didn't care much about that. I was to focussed on playing with toys, together with a small kid like me.
"What is your name?" asks the kid to me as we are playing with wooden cubes, making houses with them.
"Tudor."
"I am Amadeus." says the kid to Tudor.
"Amadeus… You a horse?" I ask him this stupid question because I once watched an animated TV show called "Bibi and Tina" where there was a horse called Amadeus.
"No. I am not a horse."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
We play with the toys, then another kid joined us. I later learn the kid name is Alexander, and this kid is the little brother of Amadeus. But he will start next year to kindergarten. Today he got brought along by the mother of Amadeus because there wasn't anybody at his home to take care of him.
As we all three playing with cubes, the educator comes near us, and he looks at us how we are playing. He asked what are our names. We told them. Then the educator, rewards us with a piece of chocolate candy. All three took the candy, eat it and we continued to play our game with the wooden cubes while there were other kids who were playing games together, talking to each other incoherently or running around the room like they are on a high dose of coffee.
The entire day, I remember, that we have played with the wooden cubes, with plastic car toys and then we were going outside to play at the slides and swingers.
When the day ended, we all three go back to our home. We were sad at first, but then we learned that tomorrow we will come back, and play more. But it will be a little sad because tomorrow it will be only me and Amadeus. But on the next day, I will meet someone that will make me feel different in a way.