Blood Vessel

She is always here, but seems to be somewhere else. Her scent was everywhere, but she was not there. I learned how to cook, how to sweep the dust, how to use the washing machine... The silence around me was terrible. This was not because I was sensible, but because life forced me to grow up. I thought and studied like her, and gradually understood her words and deeds... But everything seemed too late. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.