When I was alone . . .

Look over my shoulder and onto my lonely shadow as I crossed a small stream. It looked like it was too tired to catch up, motionless sat down, starred at nothing. The night was so dark and cold and the only distraction was from my son's snore.

" We got to move on ! " I said but the shadow seemed to be over-ill and what could be worst was there was nobody around for him.

" Oh ... my God, it couldn't be me. My heart and soul are still strong and my dreams are just within my reach. "

Finally my shadow said to me " My dear friend, I'm sorry ... "