The Search for Freedom

from my bed every morning, donned my pink sneakers, a black leather coat with a hood and went out of my dark room.

y happiness, my courage, and my weaknesses had scattered. The kind of life I had was

ause if I'd think of my parents, I didn't feel so alone. Looking at the groves and c

before. I had memories of my parents being everywhere around the ma

out a year meant ice, snow, and cold weather. That was why

way my parents hugged me, the way we'd throw snowballs at each other, the way th

was looking at the black-and-white world of smooth, dark

e center, and long pants were fastened around her waist and hanging down loosely to her legs. Her hair was tied by pink bands into two portions were both

et inside?" Amara as

ew it to the groves then

ten well or slept well, and look at yourself: you'r

I can do anything I wan

d now you're telling me to leave?" She queried. "You forsook everything: your schooling,

ne leaves me behind, even my parents.

nd." She wiped the tears diffused on my face with her pink handkerchief. "I'm going inside

s. I saw her entering the wide door of the mansion. She continued walking unt

feet away from where I was. After some seconds of looking at it, I recognized it was

spreading around her back. I was not sure, but she was an ugly old woman

orrow, and a heart shouting

azy passerby. As I stood up and turned to leave, I felt a c

o you want to get revenge on those mer

an. Perhaps she was joking when she asked if I wanted to exact revenge on the people who murdered my parents, because I knew an elderly w

that my parents we

ching you and your family; I also knew th

h them, so that they can pay for their sins, an

e to retaliate against them. You will kil

en and I don't know how to use a gun becau

ou can kill them without exerting much effo

f power?" I asked.

pinkish cloud that floated towards me, it entered my nose and mouth