The Day My Soul Spoke

I wrote only for myself. The story stayed in my mind for many years. Why? That, I don’t know; it was probably an interpretation of the life I had elaborated in my mind during all this time. As time passed, I thought of the story omre and more; it had come to the point where there were so many questions that I had no choice but to find the answers. So, one fine morning, I decided to write this story. This was necessary; it was one of those days where renewal, where feelings of ＂Why not?＂, were called for. At my job, when I was waiting for a client, I had time to kill-a little more than an hour. Convinced that this moment would come, whether sooner or later, I had planned ahead, and had bought a few notebooks. I opened one of them, and put pen to paper...