Lament In all I am to pass over, since he was the father's friend, and the mother's. I have not seen off the town, and yet I who drove again a place and did not like it; because of its form, but something is so bad. I know no more of my father than that he had a wife. It was a year ago, and then I said to him: "I would rather have been born in the country than here, where I live now." He smiled at me, and said: "You are right; but you will see how it is when you get there." He went away, and left me alone. I did not go back to him until three days later, and then he told me that he had seen my mother again, and that she was very sick. I went to her house, and found her lying in bed, with her eyes closed, and her hands resting on her chest. She looked at me with a smile, and said: "My dear child, do not be afraid; I am not going to die." And then she died. I was alone again, and I felt as if I had lost something very precious. I sat down by the window, and looked out into the garden. The sun was shining brightly, and the flowers were blooming in all their beauty. But I could not enjoy them; for my heart was heavy with sorrow. I thought of my mother, and of how much she had done for me. I remembered her kindness, her love, her patience. And now she was gone, and I was left alone. I stood up, and walked slowly towards the door. As I reached it, I heard a sound behind me. It was the wind blowing through the trees. But it sounded different from before. It seemed to be whispering something to me. I turned around, and saw a figure standing in the doorway. It was my father. He looked at me with tears in his eyes, and said: "My dear child, come here." And then he embraced me, and wept together. I knew that everything would be alright again. For my father had returned, and I was no longer alone. We walked out of the house, and towards the garden. The sun was still shining brightly, and the flowers were blooming in all their beauty. But now I could enjoy them; for my heart was light with joy. We sat down on a bench, and talked about everything that had happened since he left. And then we went inside, and ate together. It was a happy meal, and we felt as if nothing bad had ever happened before. And so it ended. My father returned, and I was no longer alone. We lived happily ever after, and never forgot what we had learned from our experiences.