A sharp object felt like it was stabbing my throat and I couldn’t breathe. Boris? He was in love with someone? He had the ability to show compassion and gratitude to someone? What did he tell her? Where did they meet? Who was she? Was she our age?
I looked at him and said, “What’s her name?”
He brushed off his nose and shifted his head looking at the door and said, “It doesn’t matter anymore. She left.”
I was confused, and I didn’t know if I should ask him about her anymore. I just kept staring at his necklace. I raised my arm and got closer to his chest. I grabbed the end of his necklace and looked at the small bird. He looked at me concerned and said, “It was my mother’s. It is the only thing I have from her.” I was still holding the necklace and said, “What about your father?” He pursed his lips and then said, “I don’t really know him. He died when I was two years old.”
He kept staring at the door. He stood up, looked down at me, and walked towards the door. He opened the door and walked out and then closed it. I was all alone. Wasn’t Boris supposed to watch me and never leave my sight? What happened?