The stranger in the park

I was there waiting impatiently.

My kids all jubilant

Excited.

I was not in happy mood.

I do not like the parks or leisure grounds

They consume money with fast and greedy manner.

Suddenly, through the glosses of passing car , I saw my own image.

Suddenly!

A recognition...

It was my father.

I laughed,

It is no wounder that I posses his features, as he is my origin

I remembered.

I was kid

I was with my father

in the park running shouting and climbing the hanging branches of the local park.

A smile of understanding

Over powered me

Go! Go ....

My kids seemed to be shocked.

By my words, which were not belonged to me.

I am a stranger.