8 am, at the restaurant floor of the Four Seasons Resort. The breakfast tables line up, mostly unoccupied, on that large floor, where I chose to leave my stuff by the fountain and go pick a plate, lay some slices of smoked salmon and capers on it, grab a glass of grapefruit on my way and come back sit to the table.
By now there’s another occupied table not very far on the other side of the fountain, but I really didn’t care much about identifying whom the silhouettes sitting on it belongs to..
As usual, I was very careful not to make noise with my fork on the plate. I don’t like to break that classy, shiny, breakfast silence. Suddenly, a child sings really loud and broke the silence that I was safeguarding: “Ya ya ya ya!”.. okay... someone is cheering the morning lights. that’s it, he didn’t add a word. and I resumed my meal, repeating in my head.. “Yeah yeah yeah..” but visualizing it written as “jajajaja” like in Spanish comments you read in some posts..
A colleague joined me on the table and we started a chat over the light breakfast. “Ya Ya Ya “ broke through, louder this time. In my head I was thinking that was unusual and my evil side thought I would have kept that kid in the outdoor area if he was mine.
Before I finish that thought, another “Ya Ya Ya Ya” answered me.. i was already done with my breakfast and leaving, which made me think “I’m leaving already little creature, so sing as much as you like now..”.
On my way out, throwing a side-look at that kid direction, I saw a red and black stroller facing the large window, and the mother sitting in front of whomever was inside. Continued my walk, and while i was crossing the doorstep, I saw the kid. A 10 years or so, beautiful black hair and large eyes, adopting a strange posture inside his stroller. He was obviously paralyzed or so, but certainly, having a serious problem. But above all, he was not singing.
By now there’s another occupied table not very far on the other side of the fountain, but I really didn’t care much about identifying whom the silhouettes sitting on it belongs to..
As usual, I was very careful not to make noise with my fork on the plate. I don’t like to break that classy, shiny, breakfast silence. Suddenly, a child sings really loud and broke the silence that I was safeguarding: “Ya ya ya ya!”.. okay... someone is cheering the morning lights. that’s it, he didn’t add a word. and I resumed my meal, repeating in my head.. “Yeah yeah yeah..” but visualizing it written as “jajajaja” like in Spanish comments you read in some posts..
A colleague joined me on the table and we started a chat over the light breakfast. “Ya Ya Ya “ broke through, louder this time. In my head I was thinking that was unusual and my evil side thought I would have kept that kid in the outdoor area if he was mine.
Before I finish that thought, another “Ya Ya Ya Ya” answered me.. i was already done with my breakfast and leaving, which made me think “I’m leaving already little creature, so sing as much as you like now..”.
On my way out, throwing a side-look at that kid direction, I saw a red and black stroller facing the large window, and the mother sitting in front of whomever was inside. Continued my walk, and while i was crossing the doorstep, I saw the kid. A 10 years or so, beautiful black hair and large eyes, adopting a strange posture inside his stroller. He was obviously paralyzed or so, but certainly, having a serious problem. But above all, he was not singing.
Author: Mohamed Ansaihi
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