Old Mario

Mario was a nice man. He only had a little white hair and he lost that near the end

anyway. He was old and sunny and always gave me this big smile as he sat

outside, even when he hardly had any strength left. I was too young to understand but

now when I think about it, it probably took him all he had in him to give me that big

smile.

One day my mom said Mario was sick and we were gonna cheer him up.

We made some banana bread and I didn’t really want to give it to him because it

smelled so good and it felt so hot and it was rightfully mine, anyhow, but me and my

mom ended up bringing it next door anyway. It was dark and I didn’t feel so great

being in there, especially when I saw old Mario crumpled up in a fading green couch

like he was a card that somebody had forgotten between the cushions. And just then

when I thought he might disappear into that couch forever, his old face cracked into a

grin and I knew that he was going to be alright after all.

Soon after, bald old Mario disappeared into his couch with my banana

bread and the smile that had always belonged to me.
Posted on February 6th, 2008 at 09:12pm

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