preparing for the performance: story behind stories about death(2)

Thanks to Ilka, sharing with her private story about death. Considering her baby is always knocking the door and is trying to go out, double thanks to Ilka!

performer (sitting, in a quite voice):

My father used to have a motorbike. Then after my mother died, he sold it to another person because it always made him thinking of the time they spent on it together. One year later, my father passed away too. One year passed as well. One day, I went to a supermarket. Suddenly I saw a motorbike exactly the one once belonged to my father, and I couldn’t help my tears falling down at that moment because of all the memories recalled. It took me 5 minutes to walk alone with an empty trolley. Then I realized that what I need is not consoling from anyone else, but a moment accompanied by my parents without interruption, even you considered they had already died.