He was just a kid back then, running around the streets, playing his own game where rules didn’t matter. It was December 6th, 1984; a boy named Trevor had to walk to school in the city of New York. Life was just like any other day for him until he saw an old man on the street. He was covered in a black and white jacket, sobering wet with his street dog named Rock.
“Life’s crazy,” said Trevor. He just ignored the man and started moving on. It was cold, the wind blowing slowly as it whispers over his head. He had no other options. Ignoring people was his kind of job. Trevor was always busy with his own life. He never cared about innocent and poor people. “People are poor only because they don’t work,” said Trevor.
While passing the old man, the boy felt weird for no good reason. He was worried that the man would ask him for help. He started moving fast; it was starting to rain. But Trevor never knew it was the light that blinded him for a long period. He was shrouded with skyscrapers, dreamed as high as the skyscrapers but feeling as low as his shadow on his path before him for others, always being apathetic.
“Hey dude, what’s up?” asked the old man from behind.
“Are you talking to me?” asked Trevor.
“Of course I am,” said the old man.
“Why me?” asked Trevor.
“You look poor as hell!” said the old man.
“Excuse me!” said Trevor.
“I mean, you have lost something from your past!” said the old man.
“I lost something from my past?” asked Trevor.
“Yes you did, you look so low, and you have lost your closest friend a couple of days ago, haven’t you?” asked the old man.
“He was my friend, now I moved on and I feel nothing at all,” said Trevor.
“What if I told you he is still alive?” asked the old man.
“He died six days ago, I went to his funeral at the cemetery, and it must be a joke,” said Trevor.
“He is still alive, and you still miss him,” said the old man.
“I miss no one, he was just a ‘good old time’ for me, I don’t care what happens next. I’m tired of losing people,” said Trevor.
“You haven’t lost him; he lost you, and you can’t change that,” said the old man.
“Are stupid or just trying to be a stupid old guy?” asked Trevor.
“I am trying to be something my son, life has to move on, so do you. Look at you dear, it’s been 5 days since you haven’t satisfied him for what he wanted from you before he died from cancer. You should have met your mom; who has been suffering from something deeper. Look at you, none this would have happened if you just listened to our heart, people make mistakes but then don’t follow them, they commit them,” said the old man.
“Okay enough, he isn’t my brother, and I am not responsible to anybody. By the way, who are you?” asked Trevor.
“I’m your dad Trevor,” said the old man.
“Dad? Aren’t you dead too?” asked Trevor.
“I was but you brought me back from the doors of heaven,” said his dad.
Trevor lost his balance for a moment, he was stuttered to the ground for a while. He cried out of tears, ran towards the old man, tried to hug him, but he was untouchable. The dog started to wag its tail, and the rain suddenly stopped. Trevor saw nobody on the road.
He asked his father, “Am I the only living soul you had on earth?”
“Yes, there was no other way, I came here to tell you that your mom was innocent, and she didn’t kill me in my sleep. I was just an accident of time,” said his dad.
“I just don’t understand, then why did she plead guilty, what about that story she told, dad?” asked Trevor.
“She tried to save your life, maybe; there are many stories that have no meaning, but they are stories for a reason, just because all life can be a story, that is why we get to choose from the past and the past is the most meaningless fables at times, looks can be replaced but the past can just be nothing more than a story, that story can be shaped by you; it’s up to you if you want to make a story or history,” said his dad.
“I get it, so are you telling me to ignore the past?” asked Trevor.
The dog started barking, the rain had just started, and Trevor woke up from his sleep. The telephone rang and he left his bed to answer it. It was December 6th, 1984. He has to meet his mother, who resided in the jail with a story.
