That Message
I am bored, deeply, terribly bored. There is nothing I can do. Today is a sad day off—no friends, no activities.
I lie down on the cold floor, without a mat, without a pillow. My mind drifts far away, and no special thought comes to me.
Time passes, slowly, as if it is killing me. Then suddenly, my grandfather’s radio turns on by itself. The radio had been broken for weeks, yet it came to life again for no clear reason. The signal is bad, making the sound distorted, and I can’t stand listening to it, so I get up to fix it.
The radio becomes a companion to the silence. The news reader’s voice—male—turns out to be someone I know. Curiosity grows in me, and on a whim, I try sending a message to the number mentioned.
Seconds and minutes pass, and it is still unread. Ah, it really is hard to get his attention, even from afar. I go to the kitchen to get a drink, then sit on the sofa. Waiting is annoying, and I don’t know how else to express it.
Hey, I want you to read this. I miss you.
Oh my God… he read it. I scream in excitement without a sound, until the drink that had no taste suddenly tastes sweet. He read it. How beautiful my day is, and my heart too.
Thank you.
ns216.73.216.10da2
and then Add to home screen.