“Pick a card…any card,” he murmured with a slight smile as he pulled the covers over my shoulders. He slowly slid the tip of his index finger over the rounded edges of the gold cards, holding them firmly between his thumb and palm. Hiding under my rumpled blankets, I looked into his hazel eyes skeptically. I gradually withdrew my hand from under my pillow and waved it in a circular manner over the cards he was so openly presenting to me. After a few seconds of indecision, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and gently took a card out of the deck. I quickly hid the card against my chest with a little cry of excitement. I remember my room being dimly lit by an elegant lamp in the corner, highlighting my father's handsome face in the middle of the night. This was after bedtime which I followed very strictly when my mother was still with us; Yet once she left my father for another man, my father and I spent countless hours weaving stories and imaginary worlds together. There was no time, because all that mattered was the tireless chirping of the crickets. I could hear the quiet hum of electricity flowing through the wooden walls of our house as blood coursed through my veins. I slowly glanced at the corner of the map, making sure he wouldn't catch even the slightest glimpse of anything. The black outline of the letter Q rested peacefully in the corner of my card. It was the black queen of spades that was slightly curved in an arc, surrounded by a dark black band washed out with time. Upon closer observation, I was seduced by her beauty shaped by the intricate details of her wavy silver dress. She gently held a golden rose in her humble right hand, and a symmetrical golden st...... middle of paper......", she said, returning to sorting all the papers. "Actually" , I interrupted, "Could you give her these cards for me please?" I reached out in her direction, spreading the cards dipped in my hand on her desk. slight smile on her face and stood up from her chair. She gently took the cards from my hands and carried them as if they were her own baby. I let out a brief sigh of relief as my hand fell to my side. Without even completing her initial task of filing papers, she rounded the corner and entered the maze of lines that colored the dull floor with directions. Once she disappeared from sight, I quickly reached into my right pocket. Remembering the first time my father performed his magic trick on me, I took out the Two of Hearts very carefully, saying to myself: we are Two of Hearts...