far away sound

Hi, it's me again, back!

“TinTon Mr blah blah, please go to the blah blah department” TINTON TINTIN.

Every time she hears that microphoned sound from some far away speaker calling for someone she doesn’t know, urgently, for something she doesn’t care to know, she remembers that day in the big mall, when she was a child holding her mommy’s hand, when mommy was strong and healthy, when mommy bought her that sweet teddy bear that later on became her best friend. She remembers that someone used to give her gifts without asking. That there was once someone whose happiness was making her happy. She remembers her teddy bear that’s lying beside her, while the one who bought it is not.

Missing.

She reminds herself that someday there will be a calling for her too, for a departure to catch, a departure that was meant for her.