THE SCULPTURES’ STORY
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That morning, three unusual figures appeared in the city.
Golden constellations traced their midnight-blue bodies, and light swirled slowly within their faces. Fine golden strands of the mother’s hair curved outwards, with tiny eyes at their tips watching the world. One followed the leaves in the trees, another a passing shoelace; the lowest kept looking for her child.
The little one held a glowing planet close in both hands.
They had come from very far away. So far that, by the time they arrived, different stars shone over their old home. They had brought the planet’s light as a keepsake: it held their first garden, the dawn through their window and every evening they had spent together.
They found a bench in the city square.
The father sat at one end. The mother stood beside him, and the little one immediately set out to explore — exactly three steps away.
Then it ran back.
The father held out his hand and waited patiently for it to try again.
People passed all morning. Some took photographs; others never looked up. At last, a little girl stopped in front of them.
“What are you holding?”
The young visitor glanced at the planet, then carefully offered it to her.
The girl leaned closer. For a moment, an unfamiliar garden appeared in the light: two tall figures and a small child playing hide-and-seek.
“We play that at home too,” she said.
The little one immediately hid behind its mother’s legs.
But one of the eyes in the mother’s hair happened to be looking down.
The girl laughed.
By afternoon, they were playing together among the trees in the sculpture park. The father searched so slowly that the little one had to come out several times to show him where it was hiding. The mother’s hair-eyes, which usually noticed everything, spent an unusually long time studying the clouds.
When the city lights came on that evening, the family sat beside the river. The child lifted the planet high.
Something inside it had changed.
Beside the unfamiliar garden, a pale stone bench now glimmered. A little girl’s laughter. The park’s trees. Golden reflections trembling on the river.
The memories they had brought from home had made room for the day’s new ones.
The father moved closer to the mother. One place remained free at the end of the bench.
The next day, someone sat there.
From then on, the three unusual figures belonged to the city. People arranged to meet beside them, children hid around them, and tired passers-by rested nearby.
And every evening, the little planet shone.
Now it carried a little of this city home within it too.