[thehunterman]

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i got a habit that every night i walk at streets for 30 minutes daily then go back home .. And on my way everyday, i used to see a girl about 7 years old running toward the butterflies trying to catch them ... Her face and her clothes draw my attention , she was wearing a torn dress, her hair was long and she had green eyes .. In the beginning she didn't notice me while i am walking everyday but day by day she started to notice me and ... Just .

One day, while i was walking like usual i asked her "what's your name ?" she replied with a shy face " my name is mary" then i asked her another question "where is your home ?" she looked at me again with the same shy cute little face and said " me and my family live in a small room made of wood that's my world ... I am living with my mother and my brother. My father was a taxi driver and he died in a road accident two years ago" she said that and ran to her home crying leaving me alone ... I was really sad for hearing that from her .. I returned to my home thinking about how to make this cute lovely girl happy , the time passed and i slept while thinking ..

Every time i see mary, i stop and talk to her about anything i really enjoyed talking to her .. Her way of discussion and talking was older than her age. She was talking like a 16 years old girl which made me addicted in talking with her .... One day i asked her " what is your dream in this life, mary ?" she replied "every morning i watch many girls in the street walking to a building, i see them entering that small world from a small door wearing a unique beautiful uniform and i don't know what is happening behind that big fence .. My dream is to wake up everyday to wear this unique uniform like them and go to that building to live with them and to learn how to read and write .." she said that with a sad face which made me amazed how a girl with a hard circumstances want to learn and go to school and she don't even have enough money to eat ! ... " one day mary you will go to that building and learn how to read and write like the other girls " i said that to her trying to hide a tear that ran from my eyes ...

Day by day and whenever i see her i bring her anything with me .. A shoes .. Clothes..dolls..food and she told me one time about one of her friends that is working as a maid in a near house and that she taught her sewing and embroidery so she asked me to get to her sewing tools and pieces of cloth. next day i brouht them for her and when she saw them she kissed me on my cheek and ran happily to her home i was so happy that day because i felt that i made an orphan girl the happiest girl in the world ....

The day after that, she asked me how to write the words " i love you " i looked at her and said "oh mary it's easy, i will teach you " we sat at the ground and i wrote the words " u love you " in the sand ... She looked at me happily and d ... Day after another she learned how to write them in a perfect way ! ....

A week passed by. Then i had to go to another country to finish some business there, i was going to spend 2 weeks away from the country and away from mary ... I didn't say goodbye to her, because i was in a hurry, so i left the country and i knew that she was waiting for me every night ... I missed her so much .. Missed her ... Missed her cute face ... And every time i remember her when she kissed me and ran, i ...

When i returned to my country, i was so happy that i m going to meet her. So i ran from the airport to a taxi without waiting a minute ... The street was so calm and i had a weird feeling i waited in the place we met everyday for more than an hour and she didn't come ... I thought she was sleeping, so i went home. in the next day, the same thing happened and mary didn't show up ... For 5 days i waited for her to come and my worry about her increased and increased ... Finally i decided to visit her mother and ask about mary ...

i knocked the door with hesitation ... Her mother opened the door for me and when she saw me she cried " oh is that you ! Exactly like she described you ..." then she cried, i knew that something bad happened for mary but i didn't know what was it. I asked " please tell me where is mary i missed her so much, i was in a business outside the country, and i didn't see marry for a month " she looked at me with a sad face and said " marry is dead , but before she died she told me that someone will come and ask for me, and i should give him this " i didn't control my feeling .. I cried "oh dear mary what happened to her ?" she continued " one night she felt sick and her temperature was high, so i took her to the hospital and they asked me for money and i didn't have any, so i left the hospital and took her with me to another public hospital and her health was getting worse and worse ...they refused to medicate her pretending that she didn't have a file in the hospital, so they can't medicate her ... I returned home crying, while holding my dear mary in my hands...i tried to medicate her ... i put cataplasm trying to make the fever better, but no use she was dying slowly in my hand ... " then she cried with a loud voice and said " she is dead ... Mary is dead "then she gave me a heart shaped box and said " that is what mary left for you " i took the box and returned to my home ...

I opened the box to find a small piece of cloth with a carved word ... The word was " i love you " with a perfect way and the word was mixed by small curdy drops of blood ! Oh my god, i knew now the secret of her desire to write this word .. And i knew now why in our last meet she hid her hand from me ... Her fingers suffered from the jape of the needle that she was using to write this word ... This word was the most honest love word i have ever seen in my life ... She wrote it with her blood ... With her pain .. That night was the last night in that street for me ... I didn't want to return to it again ... It had alot of good memories ... And alot of sad memories of pain and sadness.. it had the memory of mary .

I keptthe piece of cloth with me and i took it everywhere with me .. once i was on a boat and i had the piece of cloth, so i decided to throw it in the sea ... I didn't know why! But it was holding to me the most sadistic memories in my life ... And before the sunset my tears mixed with mary's blood and the words " i love you" i raised my hand up and throw the piece of cloth in the sea ... I looked at it to the moment it disappeared in the sea ... And my tears asked me why ... But i didn't have an answer for that ... Mary .. Forgive me .. I couldn't hold this memory anymore .. Mary .. Forgive me ... I don't deserve this words that u craved for me ... Mary .. Forgive me

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