The winds breezed on my face as I ran through the field. I ran and ran to find the treasure, to look for what was most precious to me. It was like the love of my life was calling to me, and I needed to reach it.
My family needed to see it before nightfall, and so running through this windy autumn weather was all I was thinking I'd do.
As I reached the end of the field, I saw our big red barn. Entering inside, I heard the clucking and pecking of our hens, and other sounds made from the livestock my mother owned. I walked to the end of the barn, and there I found it.
My grandmother's ashes were kept safely and soundly, in the last place my family expected to find them.
I took the ashes and exited the barn, putting them in a pouch so they wouldn't get blown over from the wind. I carried them over to my mother's house, and placed them in a jar just like grandma wanted.
Me and my family gazed at the jar with respect and admiration for her; as we mourned the loss of yet another fallen relative. And I wept great tears knowing the person who was like a second mom to me, was now gone for the rest of my life.
We will always miss you, grandma.
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Luna's Works
De TodoJust a set of deeper pieces of self-contained anthological literature I wanna write at any time, just to improve my work and writing ability, and also to harness and externalize my emotions. You're free to send any sort of positive or constructive f...
