Outside the café, I notice a lone autumn leaf stuck between the delicate branches of the worn tree. I go out and take the table beside it; I know you will love this space.
You have always been an autumn lady – the loud red colors of the leaves and the dark shade of yellow over the rays will bring serenity into your soul. Once, I asked God if He could make the 365 days filled with this season.
You are 27 minutes late, already – I wonder why. You are not answering your phone but that is your natural habit – you prefer texts; so I send you one but I get no response.
Maybe you are still figuring out how to start your car – you are still an apprentice of driving; do not hurry, please.
A sudden gush of cold winds hits my face and I shiver – something is wrong. The lonely autumn leaf embraces the air and it falls above my shaking lap. I graze my finger on it – it is rough and dying.
Where are you?
My phone rings and vibrates on the table.
It is your Mother.
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