Clueless

“You know I don’t even understand Italian language so how could I even know what does it mean? Fijii asked.

Well you see, my brother only knows one thing and it is taking photos. He might be on different countries and states but he does’nt learn any language besides “Hello , Goodmorning and Thanks”

I laughed at him. I sip another wine and then I taste a bit of being proud. Despite drinking all nights I have created something that will satisfy my taste when I cry. Yes until now I cry every night when I am alone. I looked through the window and see the reflection of myself. I may have matured but my heart still belongs to one and only man.

“So when are you gonna release it? I mean is it going to be on for sale?”

I smiled. No its for family and personal use.

I know Fijii can sense that I have something on my mind.

“You are really loving it in here?”

“Yeah.” I answered. “Must be the weather though”

“You know I really tried to see where he’s at”

I am shocked by what he just said. Literally