Thoughts And Memories

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Weeks went by and there was no sign of Roxy. I even went to the boardwalk every day to see if she'd be there. It was like she just up and left off of the planet. Although, I did seem too be getting a lot more currency with her not being around. On the other hand, I did wish and kind of needed help taking care of Katie.

Between trying to build us shelter, and keeping a 5 year old happy; it's just too much at once sometimes. Don't get me wrong, Katie is an angel for the most part and I'm pretty mature for being 13, but if she was to be sick one of these days, I wouldn't be able to make any currency for awhile.

Amongst all that, I'm pretty sure Katie gets bored doing this same routine. On top of being upset with myself because the only time Katie really plays, is at night time, before going to sleep. In all reality, none of this is fair for a kid. I wondered if I should go looking for her again.

Of course, she would be mad at me, but again things like that, I'd need to drag Katie along. Is this how my mom felt whenever dad went out hunting? You see, when humans first discovered elves, we went into hiding. Since food was scarce during those times, dad had to go out hunting, a lot.

Leaving my mom alone with me and what little of a village we had, it was hard for her. She had to cook, clean, take care of me. Now I knew how she felt. I sighed as I looked at Katie, who was looking out at the ocean.

If Roxy did make the right choice of joining our small family, we could take turns watching Katie, getting currency, and I could work a whole lot more on the shelter. Once I had finished with the music, I counted the money I collected. Like usual, I got supplies and we headed back to base camp.

After being done playing, I put Katie to sleep as I laid by her side. Tonight was difficult still having those thoughts run about. I couldn't sleep even with it being early in the night. I sighed and sat back up, as I apparently couldn't sleep. It just kept bugging me as to where Roxy ran off to.

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