Bubbles

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– Sophie, Sophie, Sophie! Johnny said while he was coming down by the stairs that led to the storage room of Sophie’s house.
– Johnny, is everything okay? – Sophie asked.
– Yes. Mom said it was yours when you were little. Can we make soap bubbles?
– Of course Johnny. Sophie answered with some nostalgy.
For moments, it came to my mind the first time I made soap bubbles.
My godfather, he offered that to me one summer, I remember as if it were today.
– It was on a summer afternoon, the sun was burning my skin, and water drops were running down on my face, my hair was waving with the rhythm of the leaves movement, while butterflies were flying around the daisies,- Sophie was saying it all while Johnny listened intently to the sister’s story.
– We spent the whole afternoon making soap bubbles in the garden of uncle’s house.
– Sis! Can we make soap bubbles? – Jonny asked excitedly.
– I thought you wouldn’t ask,- Sophie said.
It is good to remember the good times we spend with the people we love the most, but when we are giving this moment of happiness to someone, there are no words that explain this feeling. By the way, I know, this is Love.

– Sophie, Sophie, Sophie! – Disse Johnny, enquanto descia as escadas que dava acesso à arrecadação da casa de Sophie.
– Johnny, está tudo bem? – Disse Sophie.
– Sim. A mãe disse que isto era teu quando eras pequena. Podemos fazer bolinhas de sabão?
– Claro Johnny. – Respondeu Sophie com alguma nostalgia.
Por momentos, veio-me à memória a primeira vez que fiz bolinhas de sabão.
O meu padrinho, ofereceu-me numa tarde de verão, lembro-me como se fosse hoje.
– Foi numa tarde de verão, o sol queimava a pele, e escorria pela testa gotinhas de água, os fios de cabelos esvoaçavam ao ritmo das folhas e as borboletas voavam à volta dos malmequeres – contava Sophie enquanto Johnny ouvia atentamente a história que a irmã contava.
– Passamos a tarde inteira a fazer bolinhas de sabão, no jardim da casa do Tio.
– Mana! Podemos fazer bolinhas de sabão? Perguntou Jonny entusiasmado.
– Estava a ver que não perguntavas – cantarolava Sophie.
É bom recordarmos os bons momentos que passamos com as pessoas de quem mais gostamos, mas quando somos nós a proporcionar esse momento de felicidade a alguém, não existe palavras que expliquem este sentimento. Aliás sei, isto é Amor.

 Credits: Image and text thescheme617
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