He was sitting right there in front of me, sleeping against a wall like the rest of the world didn't exist. I was only 9 at that moment, and that man in front of me was already all I wanted. as he woke up, he lit a new cigarette and didn't stopped pushing me away, repeating I was too young I once talked about him to my mom, and she forbided me from seeing that gangster again.

11 years later I was walking down the street, happy I just got the keys of my new apartment. I rushed a hand trough my messy hair

that's a good 20 years old gift I tough, looking at the building drawing itself in front of me. I looked down at that wall, from eleven years ago. I happened to buy my apartment at the exact spot where my elementary school was, where I first saw him

"It was so long ago, there's no way-" that's when I noticed a tall man laying down, a cigarette between his lips