Holding it in my hands felt amazing, like there was a connection still left. As I held onto it, Whoosh, the dust blew of the book and into my hands. The dust felt soft yet I could sense that it had covered the book for a long time. I had to take care of this as it was one of the only things left from my mum and I was going to cherish it.
When my mum was still alive she used to read all her stories she wrote to me. I really missed those times. When she told me her stories I would shut my eyes and imagine the story, it felt so real Like Otto was there like I could imagine him. It was like her book could speak a hundred words just by looking at it. The only thing is I can't read.
I mean it isn't my fault I just haven't been to school a lot, My dad is either working or still upset over Mum’s passing and I could go to my brother Jonah but he is always busy and has no time. So in this time I have been exploring. Exploring makes me happy and free and I have gone so many places. I plan to go down the hill from my house, I haven't been there yet so it makes me more intrigued to get going.
I got my Mum’s book and headed out the door to begin my journey. I started walking when I noticed I passed a big bush and some rocks lying around. I try to keep track of the things I notice, just in case I get lost. I had been walking for 5 minutes and spotted a detention center. I heard very little about this from the kids at school but I never knew it was this close to my house.
I started to walk towards it but couldn’t help to think to myself about how the kids at school say their lucky that they always get gifts though when mum was alive I heard her and dad talk about how horrible they treat them. I walk right to the fence and see a boy, a young boy who looked about my age standing there just looking at me. I see him making his way over to the opposite side of the fence to me.