Children go with children, mothers with mothers. This poster caught my eye ever since I got into heaven. My lips and the wilted China aster flowers quivered as I realized much too late that even now I won't get to meet my mother. Will I be put together with Johnny the Cocky who broke my head during my first year at the orphanage? Or with Dottie the Dot, the one who stole the food on my plate? Children can be cruel, even in heaven. Let me go back down, I want to get down. I refuse to think throwing myself in front of the train was in vain.
(Translated by Andra Daiana Păuna / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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