3 The day it smelled burnt flesh III

SIGNORE FABRIANO'S

He motioned his hand towards the empty seats right next to him.

"When I was at your age, I always looked up at the stars, you know?" I said. "You can't reach the stars without attempting anything," I added. I turned my sight to the young man beside me who was wailing. "Perhaps, this experienced man can console you, I can lend an ear." I stroked his back. I can feel his menacing aura? He is not an ordinary man. I can sense that this man has suffered depression. He was leaning on my shoulders, wailing all his worries.

"I-I j-j-just want t-to experience love, my mother left me, my father died. I don't have anyone in this world except for them." He said. This young man is adopted? "Don't worry child, they loved you, they're just scared and confused. I think you get what I mean." The young man nodded in response. I grabbed his handkerchief and wiped his tears. What the! His tears are never-ending. Is this a faucet?

I looked up at the stars and brushed his head. "I was a father too you know. I had 3 children and a wife. They were the cause of my existence. Unfortunately, fate was cruel. My wife was diagnosed with single-cell sarcoma. My children were killed in an accident; my other child abandoned us all. They all left me." I sighed. "I'm sorry I didn't mea-." I interrupted, "It's not your fault, my child."

A short silence followed only to be replaced with the young man's cries. His cries echoed in the entire silent park.

"I couldn't save them, I'm weak and miserable. If only my real parents never left me..." He mumbled while wailing. "You don't need to be strong to protect them; you don't need to regret your own decisions." I sympathized with him. Curiosity struck me, "I still don't know your name, young man."

"Ji-Won, Moon Ji-Won. A senior in high school" He answered.

"Well, this elderly man's name is Pablo, Pablo Fabriano, although I'm not Korean but I am proudly Korean at heart. And you don't need to use honorifics, I hate it" I sighed.

"Your life affects what you do Ji-Won, remember the Earth revolves around the Sun, not vise -versa" I murmured. Only the wise know its meaning. "I don't get it" He countered.

"You are the Earth, your life revolves around what you want to achieve, what you want to do, young man. The Sun represents your dreams without it you're just a rogue plant with no orbit you are constantly drifting on the vastness of the universe. The universe embodies your story, your novel, and your life. Everything you do is constantly changing." I replied while brushing his head on my shoulders. He was still wailing but not to the extent that it was like a faucet.

I sighed in weariness. He is still a young child why is fate so terrible to everyone. Some are blessed with opportunities, others are stuck with misfortunes. As if there was a certain boundary. If an asteroid gets knocked out of the asteroid belt, it either drifts apart or hits something. If you fall out of that certain boundary, your either gifted with opportunities or misfortunes, or your will hit something, something perhaps that could end your life.

"Ji-Won, my child, be careful what you wish for, for it either brings good luck or bad luck," I replied in a serious tone as if I was warning. I stared at him, he is already sleeping, and perhaps he didn't have the energy to continue crying. "Dear Anna, you've given birth to such a wonderful child, for he is shining like a little lamp, casting light on those who are in need, leaving silhouettes to those unfortunate. "Dear grandchild, I'm pleased with what you've become now,' I mumbled while placing his head on my lap.

"What a wonderful cityscape it is, only to those who appreciate its beauty know the treasure behind it." I added with a sigh.

Chirps of the crickets were heard all over the park, a child was playing with his mother. A couple lifted their child high up in the sky. A flock of birds flew as a motorcycle passed by. I continued to observe what was around me.

"Signore Fabriano, the car is already waiting." My assistant explained with confusion.

I didn't notice that my assistant had already come to pick me up. "What was that? Didn't catch up for I was busy wandering with my eyes." I answered. "The car is already waiting Signore Fabriano," my assistant repeated. "It is past 10, Signore Fabriano. You still need to attend the annual assembly of astronomers at 9 in the morning and a conference was set with the chair of the Association of Foreign Businessmen. I suggest that we must hurry you sti-" I halted my assistant with a glance.

"I will wait for this young man to wake up, go play with the birds or play in the sandbox I don't care but do not disturb me and the young man," I responded.