The Last Good Bye

Mr .... I could not even remember his name simply because he used to live alone next to our door. His door was at the left side of the second floor and our door was just at the end of the corridor. He was tall ; at least taller than the people I used to see. His hair was dark and very few wihte hairs ont he sides of his head. He rarey talks and when my mother greets him he just nods his head and murmurs something. Whenever I see him coming or leaving I keep gazing at him until he disappears.

He was a mystery. He was in his fourties or so and I was at the age of four or five but all what I could remember is that I hadn't statrted school yet. During the first days, I just kept looking at him ; I didnt know what made me curious about this man. Sometimes he looked at me but his face was always expressionless. He never made any reaction towards my exquisite looks. I got used to him and to my curiosity towards him. Nobody dares to talk to him. He used to live alone and I had never seen any one visit him.

One day, I woke up early but I didnt find anyone at home. I started crying at the door ; i opneed it and kept crying behind the curtain which was down. He opened the door, raised the curtain slowly and he saw the tears running down my cheeks. He twisted his knees until I was able look at him staight in the eyes ; those eyes which looked severe and serious, came out to be pathetic and peaceful. They were large and brown and some red spots in his cheeks. He put his hands on my face and in a low voice, he said 'she will come soon'. That was the first time I heard his voice. I could feel the wormth and bigness of his hands

Days passed and he never changed. One day, I saw him leaving the house with a big bag on his back. I was playing with my friends. All what I was interested in was just looking at him. I never imagined myself to have him go unwatched. At that day he kept looking at me. He approached and and sat on his heels until he became as taller as me. His big hands surrounded my small face again. I could see his large eyes getting redder and redder until they were about to gush with tears. He stood up and said 'good bye'. He left and I could not figure out why he said so. I turned to my friend and continue playing. That night, I could not hear the sound of his door ; nor in the morning.

Days passed, years passed but he never came back ; He left and his mystries left with him. Finally I understood his