A very single moment had frightened me with horror. It was a quiet and peaceful one, but it made me realizing one thing very clear.  You see, in the course of my life I have got so used to «pure knowledge» of it, it has got so  habitual that I failed realizing it. 

But now...

He was laying slumbering on his back. When I gazed at his face... You see, usually his face is rather vivid, full of life, mind, and thoughts-conscious, let’s say...

This moment it got  clearly evident  that it was the old man of many years old,  very tired - not just tired but exhausted.

He was sleeping so his eyes were closed, eyelids trembling sometimes reacting to some dream anxieties. His mouth was half-opened. That was the detail that had frightened me the most - but I can hardly explain why.  It was so ... week-willed, forgotten in his sleep, so reminding just a dead corpse... I mean that I always new that my parents are older that those of my friends or classmates. After all his is the age of some my friends grandparents -  76 is not a joke. I knew it, I got used to it, I got used to his appearance, to the fact that I’m doomed to outlive them (well, any child would, it’s normal) - but right now I had faced that evident fact that he is old indeed.  And nobody knows what could happen.  Any day I’m spending under «Damocles sword»