weekend write part 2 On Tuesday, she asked me the most peculiar question.

On Tuesday, she asked me the most peculiar question, are you sure you are who you used to be. For a few moments i did not know what overcame me. What did she mean? What when where ? who ? me ? uh.. i stuttered what you mean ; am a sure i am the one who i used to be ? who i used to be when ? uh i stumbled on, i honestly find that a very weird question, how can i ever answer you on that when i do not know where you are referring too? Well she said you used to be someone who would stand on the end of a line, never upfront, in class you never would stick your finger up when the teacher asked for it, that all is now so different with you, it is like i do not know you anymore. The last of her sentence was spoken softly like she had pain thinking of my changing. I felt the need to put my arms around her , so i stepped closer to her and pulled her in my arms. . And it brought me back to a moment in a far past, where a little girl came walsing up to me and put her arms around me in the nicest cuddle i ever had in my life up to than, and whispered in my ear, pretend they are not there do not listen to them you are ok, i felt the warm glow coming up again and it as like a little bit of me defrosted. I only than could answer her, No i am not the same anymore , but i do remember.