“I believe, it will get big, my little Sophie,” my dad looked at me, as often with his head turned a bit to the side, his eyes lifted up. I could see the sadness in them, definitely touched of the unavoidable goodbye, with a little reaction of helplessness, before he turned around one last time to leave, next to my mum, through the milky coloured glass doors of the custom area who separates two lives and worlds in just one second.
It got quiet around me.
These are moments in life who are pure LIFE. Moments who hurt, but who are of endless worth as well.
People, all of us, we hunger to feel, to love to feel love and give it away.
This moment was so rich of feelings, of bittersweet pain.
I think. I wish, there is just one person who believes in me. I remembered a quote of a famous Russian poet:
“You must know how to bear your cross and have faith. I have faith and things don't hurt me so much now” THE SEAGULL

