I'm sitting on my old couch, at my old house, next to the window. It is a late hour at night, and the stars are peering at me through the window. 

 It is 1963 and I am 89 years old.

I close my eyes and suddenly I'm thinking about the poem I wrote "The Road Not Taken".  I still remember those woods, I didn’t know which road I should take and I compared this difficult decision to the difficult decisions we need to make in life.   I always had trouble at making good decisions.

I wish we would be able to try all the options and only then make the decision that works best for each one of us. 

I'm thinking about my parents. How they made their decisions in life? Was it difficult for them?

I chose the way that not many chose. I thought that if I chose this way, it can be different and special. 

I don’t know if I was wrong, or maybe made the right decision, and I guess I will never know. Everybody make decisions in life. Sometimes for little things, sometimes for big.  

Later in life, after I chose the road that not many have chosen, I felt that all the choices I need to make in my life, have to be different then others choices. 

Today, I know this feeling was wrong. Today I understand that I had to chose what is good for me.

I do not feel good with any of my decision, and I wish I had the possibility to change it.

After a long time things happen and people grow old and reach old age, this is a story about the speaker after he got married and had children He became a grandfather....

     One day the speaker sat down on the couch and all his grandchildren set around him and played. Suddenly the grandson started to cry, the speaker asked the grandson: "Hey my son What happened? Why are you crying"?  the boy began to tell his grandfather that his best friend had left him alone for someone else, and now he has no friend. Then the grandfather asked him: "May I tell you a story?  "and the grandson said:" yes sure". The grandfather started to tell him this story.

When I was younger I was in the forest and I didn't  know where I was and suddenly I saw two roads that looked the same but different, Then he choose a road. The road that I chose took me to a very beautiful place with a river, little rabbits and I saw a lot of trees with  fruits and then I thought to myself If this path was so good then Maybe the other way will be better.  Then I chose to go back and take the second road, suddenly I was shocked, I saw dark place with a lot of snakes and rats, I was very scared I ran quickly back the other way that was gorgeous and relaxing, but he didn't see any road, the road  disappeared.

That's my story son said the grandfather. The boy doesn't understand anything. He asked: "why did you tell me all this"? the grandfather told him: " son I told the story because it an example for life, your best friend knew that you are his best friend But he chose someone else, that he did not even know him it's his loss. son he has done a very big mistake

-Eden and Nissana Come to school in the morning- 

Nissana : "Good Morning Eden, Why You look sick? 

Eden: "Because I don’t feel good and I have a headache, last night I had a fever. 

Nissana: "Oh no…, you need to go home, you don’t feel good!"

Eden: "NO I just have a headache it's not that serious, I hope"

Eden: "And you know, I have a math class next hour" 

Nissana: "Well, what to should do is be in math class and if you start to feel worse, ask a promotion to go home"

Eden: " Okay thanks for concern "

Nissana: "you're welcome!  I hope you will feel good! B"H "

 

Eden: (Eden can't decide in a dilemma)

Wow… what can I do?! I feel like writing a poem "The Road Not Taken"

As he says: " TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood" 

 What should I do to stay to learn? Or go home?

 

-Nissana meets Eden later-

Nissana: How do you feel?

Eden:  Now I feel better.

Nissana: really?! I am very happy to hear.

Eden: Yes thank you, (laugh) I think because I stayed to study mathematics, I feel better.

Laughing))

 

***The End***

After all those memories he felt guilty about what he did and realized how much he was wrong about everything. 

He started to cry and said "  This diseaseis my punishment from god about all the bad things I did."
   
                       The End...