Your Stories - My world was black and white - past progressive

My world was black and white

from picture to story

The red nose,

the white face,

the smile on my lips -

that was my job.

I was sitting in front of the tent,

asking myself one question,

”How can I make children happy if I am not happy?

How can…“, the question was bouncing in my head.

Up and down,

   up and down…

My world was black and white.

But then I heard the children,

they were laughing and having fun…

by Marlene Walentin