Late last night the doorbell rung, my heart started pounding as I jumped out of bed and opened the door. Is this you, are you on your way back to me?
The light in the stairway turned on, and I heard little steps slowly walking up the stairs.
Floor after floor they came closer to me, steps of a tiny person, fighting against gravity, fighting to climb up to the top.
I could not take it any longer, so I started walking down, until I ran into a little girl, that looked at me, with her big brown eyes.
It was the wrong little girl, it was not my little girl, it was not you.
Ever since then, when I hear steps in the stairways, my hart keeps on raising again, wishing, hoping until last, that one day, you might come home…