Moon titty...moon titty

Patrick gently touched his heart with his finger and asked, "How did you see this?"

I said, "Patrick, what is this? What is it really?"

He said, " Moniro, everyone has a wound or a mark on his/her body, a symbol of life."

I said, "No, I don't have any. I don't have any marks."

He said, "I haven't seen your entire body."

I was willing to stand naked in the middle of the pool for him to look and see that there was no sign or mark on my body. But he remained so calm, submerged his neck in the water and said, "How long can you hold yourself underwater, Moniro?"

Nothing. ( in comparison to him) in front of him, who was now stuck to the pool floor like a stone, nothing! None of my friends in the pool could hold themselves underwater. We all remained floating like planks on the water. Even Tanya, who had no ounce of fat in her body, couldn't hold herself underwater for a second.

Patrick smiled and said, "My kind is different."

I don't know why I suddenly missed him. I started swimming beside him. Why did I love him so much?

I said, "Patrick, I miss you so much sometimes." He stood in the water. I looked at his shoulders. Water droplets were falling on his shoulders. One drop sat on his right shoulder and didn't move. I looked. I looked and saw the light from the lamps forming a rainbow in this drop. Like a little girl, I jumped up and shouted, "Oh... rainbow!"

He said, "You're such a crazy girl!"

Patrick couldn't see the rainbow on his shoulder. I wanted to get closer and drink the rainbow. Patrick stepped back and looked at his watch. "I have to go four hundred meters..."

I had to wait until his swimming was over. Then we sat in the Jacuzzi and talked.

Now I had to talk about Julia. Julia was my Thai friend. Julia knew that when Patrick was not in town, I would talked to the birds. one day when I was at her house I couldn't breathe. The feeling of being lost annoyed me. I sat next to her at front yard, smoking cigarette after cigarette.

A mockingbird came and stopped in front of me in the air. I said, "Julia this bird knows about Patrick." She looked at me with wide eyes filled with surprise. I said, "All the birds know about him." She shook her head in astonishment and murmured, "You're losing your mind for nothing."

Julia was also caught up in a one-sided love story. She was in love with Bob, who was married and loved his wife. Bob had just retired. He worked at the casino, night shifts– I will write in detail about Julia's one-sided love later. Today, I fell like telling you where my work with the birds led me.

My work led me to scatter seeds for the birds in my backyard – all the seagulls from the nearby lake would gathered in the backyard every day. I talked to them. Patrick had said he was going on a cruise for two weeks. Carolinas, North...

Until he said "cruise," my heart turned upside down. I was afraid the snow woman would pass by and write him a letter. I said, "Aren't you going to Alaska?"

He laughed and said, "Believe me, no one in Alaska has anything to do with me."

Those days I was in love with him, and we all know that love doesn't abide by reason or logic. Later, I realized that the snow woman was wiser than me. Her letters were calculated and well-planned.e

who can live alone for two weeks in a ruined city, a city bombed and destroyed. It felt like I was trapped in a city under siege; in a dead city. If it wasn't for the birds, I would surely die. Birds of all kinds would gather in the backyard courtyard . With every sound, with every gesture, I would only speak with them in a language understood by them. The language of a passionate and longing woman.

Sometimes, my heart(would ache for myself) burned for myself. What dreams had brought me to this country? I had come to write with freedom, but now I was imprisoned by a man’s love whom I had to pursue through the bird.

Finally, a migrating bird, one of those that come from Canada, found his way on the ocean surface. He was a wise bird. He had seen my wanderings, my dry mouth, the muffled sound that barely escaped my throat, the sighs I would let out... the suffocation that wouldn't let go and the feeling of lostness. Five days had passed since Patrick's journey, when the migrating bird fluttered onto the back wall of the backyard and beckoned to me. Then he came closer, sat on the ground in front of me, and flapped his wings. I stretched out my hand, caressed his feathers, and said, "Oh beloved, can you do something for me... Can you find him? Can you..."

I had learned to speak with birds just like talking with the moon from my mother. When I was a child and she missed my father, she would hold me in her arms in front of the window facing the road where he would come from. She would sing:

‘s the moon for us... Moon, Tee Tee. moon titty did you see, Miniro’s father?

My mother would talk to the moon doing her best to find my father. It didn't take long before my father would come wherever he was. My mother would hear the sound of his truck rising from the end of the road.

The migrating bird, whom I named Patrick those very days, fluttered his wings as I caressed him and flew away. It took three hours for him to go and come back. Oh God, he smelled like the ocean, and his scent... And from then until Patrick's journey, he would go and fly around him every day., fluttering his wings, to catch his scent, his scent and the scent of the ocean, and he would come to me and tell me where he was, that he was still on the ship. One day, the migratory bird smelled of fish, and I realized that Patrick was fishing. Me and the bird are still friends. He would come, tapping his wing on the window. I would open the window.

He would come and sit on the windowsill, just like me, watching the television. When I fell asleep, I would tell him to close the window with his wings when he leave, and he would do it.

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