"And... tell me more about your childhood, how did you do on school? Did you have many friends?"
"To be honest with you, doc, no, I had a lonely childhood, I never had friends, all my classmates always mocked me because I was different, although..."
"Although... what?"
"Although I had one friend, if you could call it like that... it wasn't human."
"How come it wasn't human? And what was it instead? Did you have an imaginary friend?"
"No, doc, this friend of mine wasn't human, it was a thing, it was a rock I always found of the way to school and that I'd kick all the way there, and while I did so I used to tell it all my problems, then, when school was over, I'd find the rock on the same spot I had left it in the morning and I'd kick it back home, so in that way, it always accompanied me. "
"And, what happen to that rock?"
"Well, one day, while I was in class, they cleaned the street in front of the school and since then I never saw it again."
Friday, December 26, 2014
629 - My best friend, the rock on the way.
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