It’s been many years since the family fell apart and he lost contact with aunties and cousins. There was no news, birthday wishes, no Christmas dinner and.. no plea for help. He wouldn’t know of the crisis and silent cries. He wouldn’t know of the collapsing floors either. His family wasn’t there anymore. The new owner is the wind whistling through the broken windows and openings where the door used to be. There is no cattle, just rabbits. No sign of horses, you can’t hear them neighing here, they left with the family, drawing a cart with a few possessions they have left.
If he only knew…
Now it’s too late for the rescue. It’s too late to look for them. It’s too late to recover what was once a beautiful property surrounded by fertile lands and a stream cutting through it.
It’s too late.
He could only say goodbye one more time. Now he has to tame his anger.
Model: Francisco Cipriano.
Mix of digital and film photos.
The story is fictional.