4. journey through the past
Morning air sweeps into our tent waking me up almost instantly, mother is still asleep so I walk outside, looking at the fog covered grass I spring inside me wants to just run, not looking back, to just run and find all the answers I've been searching for.' mother, you must know I had to go, I need to find where I am from and answer some questions that have been eating me up all these years I'm sad to leave you but I will be back, soon, sometime, once I have what I'm looking for, I don't know where to look but I'm taking a guess, please don't look for me I love you and will be home soon' I left the note next to her and without a second glance ran towards the fire. I've been running for hours and only now have I caught a glimpse of the fire torn town, the grass singed, the tents, burnt caucuses of wood, smoke filled the once fresh air, memory's flushed through me and I find myself on the ground ,crouched over, tears rolling down my face and onto the once green grass. I make myself stand and face the wreak, I walk over to where I once slept, I see a box only small but big enough to fill with valuable things like letters, photos or just valuable things. The box is locked tight with a key hole on the front of the blackened wood, delicate hand painted swirls and lines cover the wooden box, I find myself wondering how it wasn't burn in the fire. Another suspicion runs though me, maybe I was meant to leave, I was meant to find this, I was meant to see what's inside.