He looked at the person standing in front of him, with his small brown eyes, Aquiles took a moment to contemplate this old man, his face could tell many stories, long hair invaded by grey color, very thin lips, barely noticed, exposed nose with pores pattern, his face skin is tanned, like a countryman who spends hours in his field under the burning sun, it seems they know each other but did not meet for a long time, we can feel a strange atmosphere, a strong connection, a mix between fear and wistful longing, his eyes could tell everything, is it nostalgia, or fear from the unknown future?
Aquiles took a deep breath like someone is about to make a speech, he called his dog ‘Amigo’, a white Labrador that looks old as well as his owner, Aquiles took out an old black and white photo, a portrait of a little girl, an innocent vivid smile, and black curly hair.
- “ Mi Amore ” Said Aquiles emotionally.
Then he kissed the photo and put it back into his vintage black jacket.
He took a final look at the man facing him in the mirror, and nodded his head, he took his bag and walk towards the door, his dog following him.
The End