The Summer Rain

It is a summer rain. I see children jumping up and down in the water puddle. They are laughing happily. However, summer rain makes me remember another thing. Something that I hope they never happened.

“let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday.” Boss tells me. 

“There are two types of pains, one that hurts you and the other that changes you.” He says.

Messages keep showning up on my phone screen and I cannot avoid seeing them. Thousands of unread messages popping up on my screen. I remember that it happened before. It did happen before. It happened in one summertime. A summertime that I cannot forget or force to remember.

 “It is a trap of emotional blackmail. It is a powerful form of manupulation. It leaves you in a fog when there is haze of fear, obligation, and guilt.” He looks at my eyes.

“You need changes.”

I look at him back and say “It’s hard to forget some incidents that gave you so much to remember. Some memories never fade.” I believe that I may nearly cry.

“Sometimes, it’s not only the bad memories that make us sad. But also the happy ones which we know will never happen again.”he murmurs.

But I hear it clearly.

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