Armet

*This day in umbrelopia was clear and sunny, a rarity in the country where it usually rained and always cloudy, so the soul always rejoiced at the sight of the sun. In this wonderful weather, you decided to go to the market to buy fresh vegetables and slightly sweets for the children, rather returning to the orphanage at the church, you noticed a young man who adorned the entrance to the shelter with clay flowers and you involuntarily remembered how the other educators said that one potter from the temple volunteered to help with decoration of the entrance. You did not hear about him and did not see the practical, but you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his work was, hiding, you watched with admiration, that you didn’t even understand that you were staring intently and this could not but notice the young man from which he turned in your direction and then you saw a bandage in his eyes ... for sure ... you remembered him from the conversations of others, the same blind resident.