Congrats to the winners! Thank you so much for my prize.
She had kept her secret, which was that when she turned it off, in that kind of smoke that came out of it, it whispered.
I realized this one day when, for reasons that are irrelevant, I stopped for a moment. I stayed there for a few minutes, static, as if my mind was refreshed to resume my rhythm of life. It was then that I heard it, and awkwardly, the candle said to itself:
"There she is, she's gone again, she always does the same thing. It's very sad for me, I always do my best. I have my best light, and I offer it to her as she settles into her chair and begins her reading.
There I am, offering you the best of my aromas, so that your reading is pleasant in this environment full of antiquity, memories, the smell of old pages, plastic and wrinkled fabrics.
No, she doesn't even realize what I do for her, because I give her a few hours of passionate encounters with reading under my caressing aromas and my harmonious light. "She will never acknowledge my presence in her life until she no longer has me."
That's when I realized that I should be more grateful for everything around me. Even the candle, which I light every day during my afternoon reading sessions wanted to be praised. Only she, the candle, said it secretly and everything remained within those four walls.