The 29th of february is a special day.
The date remembers me of a friend of my childhood.
It was her birthday.
The past weeks I've been thinking about her often.
I even asked someone of he knew where she lives and I tried to look her up in the phonebook.
Se was a nice girl. A sweet character. She seemed to have a lot of confidence and we, kids, thought that was because of her beautiful hair.
It was just as nice as that of one of my daughters, but more blonde.
I can't remember much of her.
We used to be together quite frequently, but I think I must leave the memories I still have to do the job.
So in silence I wish her a happy birthday, and I hope she's well.