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The wind chimes, the damn wind chimes. Every morning, I hear those wind chimes. They wake me up everyday, and at this point there's nothing I can do about it. Everyday, 7:02 AM. For reference, I don't own wind chimes, and I'm also fully deaf. It's the only sound I hear, the only thing that keeps me awake are those wind chimes.
My name is Julio Robanto Morano, Julio for short. I love the outdoors, the most beautiful things I have ever laid my eyes on. I can't hear it of course, it's just a dead silent world, somewhat like a canvas, and Bob Ross himself paints them before my very eyes. I live in a small house on the coast of Panama. I have three daughters, and four grandchildren. I want them to see this story before I die, die a slow and quiet death.
I don't live far from a city, only a twenty minute walk from my house. I go there every Sunday to pick up groceries, and then I walk back. I feel as if the world ignores me, partially because I am deaf, but also because no one bats an eye to an old seventy-three year old man with a hump in his back. I love my house, it's the only thing I have. My daughters, they live in Florida with their luxurious husbands and rich children, who I haven't met. I've grown all three of them by myself after their mother died, she died a horrible death. I remember the exact date, January 19th, 2003, at 7:02 AM. She jumped off a cliff, and I saw her body splatter. I went deaf after she died, and I only hear the wind chimes at dawn, they remind me of her.
She is still here, only in the wind chimes, yet I cannot seem to find wind chimes, they're there. The exact time she did it, every day. It's still traumatizing still to this day, and my daughters abandoned me because they believed I murdered her, yet I saw her body fall off the side of the cliff. Rosanne, my beautiful wife, I saw her face as she jumped, she said not a word, and just stared at me, almost like she was staring behind me, though nothing was there. She suffered from mental issues, and only after she married me. She never made eye contact with me, and always looked behind me, yet nothing was there.
A little bit about me. I was 31 when I married Rosanne, and she was 29. We married in Mexico City, and the entire family showed up, mothers, fathers, everyone. I'm the last of the bunch. They all passed away, all horrible deaths. My daughters still don't forgive me. What scares me is that they all died the same way, the same time, and same place. My entire family, one cliff, 7:02 AM.
- Sincerely, Julio.
7:01 AM
