The moon crept across the sky until it disappeared, and it
was time for the sun to spread its rays, announcing the
death of yesterday and the birth of today.
Without mourning for yesterday, everyone began their
day, except for a few.
Most of the vibrations floating in the air in the morning
formed a single phrase
"Good morning."The morning has one meaning that everyone
understands,
but the word "good" is different. Although it has one
meaning, its intended meaning varies.
Either the speaker means good for you, or he means
good for himself,
and what is good for him may be bad for you in his
opinion.
Some people still believe that by wishing you well, they
may take away their own good, as if goodness were a
single apple on a long road, and if someone else finds it
first, they will remain hungry the whole way.
It is as if they do not know that the world is a forest full
of trees, and that every tree bears fruit again and again.
Therefore, the meaning of "good morning" differs from
person to person, and the "good morning" that Sam
heard after opening the door early in the morning hid
many secrets.After hearing "good morning," Sam's tongue froze,
predicting what was to come. The four people he saw in
front of him did not inspire good.
One of them pushed Sam, and he fell into the small
hallway. They all entered and closed the door behind
them.
The noise woke up the children and their mother.
One of the men approached Sam and placed his foot on
his hands, forcing him to scream.
The screams pierced the ears of his father, Yorv, who
didn't open his eyes until he rushed down to the hallway.
"Good morning..."
That was all Mr. Zwan said when he saw Yorv, who didn't
give him a chance to ask about his money. Yorv's
response to the morning greeting was the first thing he
said."I don't have your money. Let's go outside to settle this,
Zwan."
"You're not the one who decides where we settle things,
you nobody."
Mr. Zwan then pointed his gun at Yorv, and before he
even had time to close his eyes,
Zwan's ego decided that Yorv's last glance would not be
peaceful.
He got what he wanted, and Yuruf's eyes were closed
forever, just like the eyes and ears of his wife and
children from the first shot to the sixth and final one.
The sight that met their eyes when they opened them
was worse than the ugliest nightmares they had ever
seen.
The mother and children screamed. Sam's mind was
completely shut down except for the part responsible for
his sight.
Sam remained in a daze before Zwan put his feet on his
chest again."Your fate will be worse than your mother's and your
brothers'.
He owes fifteen thousand, I'll give you two days to come
up with it.
Mr. Zwan left, and screams rang out before all the
neighbors gathered and the police arrived.
The whole family was taken to the police station.
Hours passed
and the family returned home as night fell. The
neighbors had cleaned the house and removed Yurf's
blood, just as Zuan had removed him from existence.
They entered the house and silence reigned for minutes,
then everyone froze for minutes, then hours. The silence
was broken only by moans at times and tears at others.Sam went up to his father Yorv's room for the first time
in ten years.
Sam lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
It seemed that his tears had missed his cheeks after only
a few minutes of separation.
Unlike previous times, Sam's crying did not last long this
time, only until his attention was drawn to the small
pictures on the wall. He stared at them, focusing on the
one in the middle.
A red jacket, black shorts, and white sneakers.
That was what Cristiano Ronaldo was wearing as he
laughed and played with a rope.
Sam's focus on the pictures and their contents increased
until his eyes fell on the piece of paper that Yorv had
written the night before.
Sam picked up the paper to read it, and tears began to
roll down his chin again.The hands of the clock kept moving, and he wished they
would just stop there.
But the movement of the hands of the clock is the
movement of days, then years, then lifetimes.
The hands of the clock pushing each other forward is the
passing of time.
And what effect does time have?
It takes away moments, then years, it takes away lives
and memories, it takes away souls and loved ones, it
takes away peoples and civilizations.
The hands of the clock pushing each other forward is pushing everyone toward the end of their time.