Is the sun made of fire?

I ended up here because I had nowhere better to go.
I ended up here because there is nothing like going back to your childhood when life treats you wrong.
But... if you think it twice, kids are much cruel than adults.
How much we underestimate the big and overwhealming effort it takes a kid to survive!

So, I ended up here because it ended just like I never expected it to end.
Now I look at my hands all covered with mud and I can´t help but smile when I stare at the mud castle I just helped my daughter to build.
I stand up and take her tiny muddy hand.

As we walk she asks me "Mom, who made the mud?"
"The rain when it touched the earth, darling."
"And who made the earth?"
"God did."

She stays in silence and then asks me "And the air? God made the air mom?"
Her innocent and yet so wise question makes me stop.

There´s a soft breeze hitting my face.
I can feel it. It surprises me that it´s been a long since I felt the breeze in my skin. I guess I just didn´t pay enough attention.

Suddenly a drizzle starts falling softly over my daughter´s pretty face.
She´s looking up to the sky "Mommy, is the sun made of fire?"
I smile because I had forgotten how simple and yet so beautiful and complex this world is: fire, earth, water and air...

My shoes are all covered with mud too, but right now I do not care about anything else, after all, life is not that bad...
I answer to my child: "Yes honey, God made the air and the sun is made of fire".

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