A few days past and I was getting use to the farm. I was playing with the other dogs and was just running around the place. There was just one thing that I couldn't get out of my head. It was Grace.
I wanted to run away. I was just wishing that Grace was in front of the door waiting for me.
Days went by maybe even months and Grace was still in my head. This farm wasn't home.
I lost everything. Grace was my family and now....it's has just disappeared. The bond, the love.
One morning. Greg took me on a morning hike. We went up hills and we went across a beautiful lake. The water was like a mirror. Although I didn't really want to look in to my face.
A few miles later we saw something in the fields.
It was looked like a dog. It was a blackish brownish dog. Greg called him a whistled. The dog couldn't get up.
He was injured. We got closer. It wasn't that big. It was the same size as me. Of course I grew.
He was crying and shrieking for help. Greg put in his glasses and went over to the dog. His body was bloody. He looked like he was shot. But that wasn't just any dog.
It was my brother.
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