THAT MORNING

At six o’clock in the early morning, I was shocked by the noise coming from downstairs, when I gotta have a pee.A few seconds later, I got up from my warm and soft bed unwillingly, shuffled to the half closed door ,and went downstairs wearing a matyred expression with my eyes unopened. I was wondering how dare someone was to be able to talk in such high voice. So I went downstairs with my stupid fancy pajamas and then accidentally lurched to one side. Before that, I was oblivious of that one in blue jacket,long black pants and a pair of clean black sports shoes who was having a chilly talk with my family. I was jolted out of my reverie at the sight of him,a acquainted stranger. Why would he be there? What was he doing there and talking like he’s the owner of the house?How ridiculous the whole thing was! All of a sudden, I had a lump in my throat. I wished I could speak out even a single word ,oh,a single word, that would be too greedy, but I couldn’t speak out even a single syllable. I tried to fight back my tears. Stilly as I stand there, that’s all I have done in response to them. Although I thought I could have forgotten him as time flashed by, everything presented in front of my eyes so clearly never before.