Better days

It isn't that chilly tonight, so I decided to go outside and have some fresh air. There is a playground in front of our condominium but there are a lot of little boys playing so I just went to the playground in the next street. As usual, there are no kids but old people with their dogs. I went to the swing.


Until I started to cry.


My papa used to bring me to the playground when I am still very young. I remember him pushing me so the swing could "swing" faster. 


Then I saw a telephone booth nearby. My younger sister, Misa and I used to call papa whenever were outside. Asking permission if we could eat icecream.




Those were the days. Better days.